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.