You.
I know you are struggling. I know how burdened you are to survive these days. Surviving, struggling. Hard. You are in so much pain I can see it clearly in your eyes. I can see how you get lost in the track of time, how each spot where your feet stand sometimes confuses you, how you keep wondering why the days go by in this pitiful state of living.
But, trust me, the pain is good. The pain is really good that it depresses you, comforts you with an endless flood of sadness, drains your eyes, scares you about the future and the next big things, and leaves you with the only option: to keep going–to keep writing because there are too many thoughts screaming inside your beautiful mind, to keep seeing and realizing details because keeping your eyes closed just makes everything worse, to keep dancing because it really helps to free your mind, to keep walking because taking a break will only give you a time to think which is really, really, disturbing. The pain is good, it makes you unstoppable.
Once again, the pain itself, is, good. It forces you to keep going no matter what, you keep going despite the unknown things you will have to face ahead (everything is faceless anyway in this level of despair), you keep going without knowing that you have just made it to another checkpoint in your life: a refreshing, good restart.
In this whole process, you might be learning the hard way to appreciate every little thing that draws a smile in your face, that touches your heart, that brings happy tears in your eyes. I hate to say that what you are losing now will never, ever, be replaced, but hopefully this big hole will be filled with sweeter things one day because at this very moment, there are a mount of good, even better, things waiting for you at the end of this line.
So, take your time, be brave and deal with it, because it is good.
The pain is really good that someday at the future you are going to laugh on this.
You will get back to this page, reminiscing the old times and stories of being young, and you will laugh on this.
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