Some mornings are hopeless. There is a flood of memories that wake you up. Sleep evades you and you are left wondering about the conspiracy that the universe is plotting against you.
You wake up each day a little stronger or weaker than yesterday. Some days you just push yourself to go out there and live. You can never opt out of life. You busy yourself in meaningless tasks, daily chores or might even employ numerous distraction tactics. They help. Sometimes. And other times you need to remember the hurt that was caused so you can fight the memories, the void, the pain.
If you've had a life full of struggles, you end up getting used to the realities of life. You learn to accept that destiny. You learn to walk the thorny path, blood drips but you get used to the pain. Relief is only within you. Tears are the only way to console you. Smiles and hugs, heal you.
Hurt and humiliation caused by someone, is a blow that hardens you into a blade. You cannot deny yourself happiness at the cost of someone who offers you only pain. The scary part is, what else is left for you to see and feel? You don't know!
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