fighting

Life is supposed to easier than this. It just is.

To keep us from jumping off cliffs and slitting our wrists and ending it all in one fell swoop. It should have some kind of survival mechanism. Make itself easier for us mere mortals to handle it so that it could go on for another day.

And the masses respond....
"life is 10% what happens to you and 90% how you react to it...."

I, too, used to believe in that. But lately, lately it seems like life just happens. It just throws things at you, it turns upside down, it doesn't give you time to catch up. So no matter how fast you run, no matter how much you try to turn things right, no matter how you react, nothing changes. You feel the same because the situation is the same.

But i do agree that there must be a way to deal with it all better. Learn to take the punches, deal with the bruises and keep on fighting. It just seems sometimes that it's not worth that extra uppercut without the guarantee that it will end the match.

But the fight, the struggle, the hope, it all ends eventually. Sometimes, the bad stuff is final. And as much as it hurts, as much as it stings and cuts you with every breath, at least when you know it's over, when there's no more swinging, you can finally rest and catch your breath. And eventually, you'll be able to pick yourself off the ground and figure out how to walk in this upside-down world.