Struggle is a mere fragment embedded within the beauty of life. Like a chip in a wood carving or a crack in a marble centerpiece; despite the unintentional imperfection, they are still gorgeous. Struggle deviously finds her way into our lives. We have all met her, some more briefly than others. Some of us have had conversations with her while others share a bed with her every night, but no matter what we all can recognize her almost instantaneously when we see her. Struggle never travels alone though; she’s got plenty of obedient followers- fear, doubt, vulnerability, loneliness, cruelty, unfairness, disappointment and helplessness.
I do believe that people are strong enough to endure the struggles they are faced with. However, sometimes we are faced with unimaginable situations and circumstances that force us to create strength out of scraps and pieces of what’s left of us. I think everybody has the capability to rebuild themselves in the darkest of times, but not everybody tries because the truth is it sucks and it’s hard and heart-wrenching and life changing and incredibly painful.
Struggle is a trip. Literally. People fall down all the time and get right back up and carry on. Granted some people take longer to get up than others, everyone trips at some point or another.
What about the people who don’t just fall but rather plummet. What about those who land flat on their face on pavement and then immediately get hit by a car or two or three and lay there, struggling to breathe, barely alive. Those that feel immediate relief at the fact that life is not spiraling out of control for just onesecond, and before they can catch a breath, struggle is throwing punches again.
When you are completely falling apart, your fate is in your hands. You are in the perfect position to be in control to piece yourself back together the way you would like.
The unfortunate and simple way out, is stay broken. Let yourself be torn and let the struggle engulf your being while you ease into nothingness. (Sorry for being so morbid).
OR
Embrace the struggle. Let it shake your core. Let it compel you to feel scared and weak. Allow yourself to freely mingle with vulnerability. Force yourself to trust that you don’t know what you don’t know. Lay all your deepest and most intricate emotions and thoughts around you. Let the uncertainty of it all shelter you and comfort you. Dive into your own soul and reflect. In your most fragile state, you will discover your strength and power. The strength that has been camping out under the floorboards of your security, knowing that someday it may disappear or change or break. The strength that will help you, rescue yourself.
Struggle may challenge you in many forms- fear, loss, heartbreak, disappointment, change, uncertainty, or unfairness; but stay strong and fight back. The most valuable things that are worth having are sometimes the hardest to obtain/maintain. Nonetheless, they are definitely worth fighting for. Life is valuable and beautiful and worth every minute of the fight.
Remember, even those who are consistently tormented by struggle find a way to calmly smile in her face and patronize her in return. After all, love for life is struggle’s kryptonite.
Be a lover and a fighter.
S.K.
P.S. I transferred this post from an old blog. Some of you avid followers have probably read it, and forgotten about it. I think it is a must read for quarter life crisis sufferers.
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