I'm going to try to write this down without getting frustrated, but I think it's safe to say that I'm in a “Why is this happening for me type situation”. Over the past couple of weeks I'm not even sure if I’ve had the capacity to express the sheer degree of chaos and confusion that I've been going through: the days just seemed to mould together into one and I've been very disorientated when it came to anything concerning work family and music.
In other words the hill is getting steeper, but at the same time it's hard for me to ignore that I'm sitting in a position where I'm not sure if turning back is going to be wise. I'm not entirely certain as to how many times I've said this, but there is something equally as petrifying moving backwards as there is forwards.
I remember once trying to define what it meant to be the hero of a story. I’ve never been fussed about any specific gender related details, because I’ve encountered a fair share of heroes and victims both of whom had males and females in abundance.
Without going off on a tangent, the point that I’m trying to make is that it doesn’t end well for the person who’s at the tail end of a survival struggle. Over the years I’ve learned that all the situations life can throw at you should be prepared for to the best of one’s ability, because you don’t want to be at the receiving end of a rainy day when you haven’t packed your rain coat.
In other words turning back now from this hard climb will hurt a lot more than me sucking it up and pushing forwards to reach that peak.
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