Life serves us all our share of crap. Some get a larger plate, some get a saucer-full, some get a spoonful. Either way, all of us have to face our walls. Our walls of shit. When we hear about others' walls, we look at our own and ask ourselves, why am I so useless? Others seem to be faced with more than I am but they seem to be doing better than me. What's up with that? Some serious self-esteem issues follow, no doubt.
Why does it seem that some of us have to take blow after excruciating blow from life? If only life were like classes, where we finish one module and move on to the next. No, we have to take everything as it comes. Why?
I'm sure life isn't fair, I'm sure we can only make the best of life as it is and I'm sure I'm usually the one behind people telling them these things as they face their walls of shit but everytime I say that, my heart shatters for them. I may not be the best candidate but I do my best to support those who I've set out to. Having said that, there are times when I just feel like letting go of this silly role I've taken up as it seems so redundant but every other time, they just turn around and smile at me. They show me what I saw in them from the very beginning, the driving force that got me started. Hope.
Call me cheesy, call me stupid, call me redundant. You can't shake me. I'm going to continue doing what I love to do. I'm holding on. Even when you let go. I hope you'll do the same.
