Blog 13/01/2014

You can call this one of those cliche posts about failure and giving up. I'm sure we're all tired of them, so I promise, I will make this a special one.

I agree that failing makes success happier. But then no one's really that ever-so-confident, so on the way to success is always some kind of obstacle to make you doubt yourself. For someone who never really believed in herself, it's like minusing from zero. It just drains me and takes away my last streak of hope, making me sink even deeper. There is something called 'practise makes perfect', but then the point is that there will be people who are born with that talent and are willing to practise.

And the line between giving up and holding on is so thin that you can't feel it. It's important for me to grab onto something to make sure that I don't give up on the things that I like. Honestly, isn't it so much easier if I would quit and peacefully rest at home? To me, struggling and enduring all the hardships are totally worth it, because in return, I have managed to hold on to my passion. I would come home crying but then, I'd rather cry than live a life without passion. In my opinion, a life without passion is a life without direction and motivation.

Fighting is not really something I enjoy, and it pays me back with struggles, but I am a person with a strong desire to fight for what I want, meaning that I'd do everything in my power to achieve it, and furthermore hate myself because there were things that I could not do. Not being able to control things makes me uneasy. I'm scared of the thought that I am unable to take control of my own life.

Im tired.