breathing
I kept living.
A three letter sentence i never thought I would utter.
After all the obstacles this cruel world has thrown to me it would be much easier to give up right?
Wrong.
In fact it's a lot harder than we may believe.
Giving up means letting that fire leave you, your attempts to fix it.
Giving up means accepting your current fate, not believing in a future.
Giving up signifies a lack of self love and confidence.
That's why I couldn't.
I thought to myself "Is this is all life has offered me?"
Is this the miraculous and beautiful world Jesus made in a week, spending day and night, all for me to purposely not have a future?
I knew that yes, maybe life is hell right now.
I'm depressed, I've lost friends, and my family is struggling.
Why don't I keep living so I can have a success story?
A legendary finish line.
So that is why I kept living.