I Didn’t Give Up Life used to feel like time didn’t move…
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I Didn’t Give Up
Life used to feel like time didn’t move forward. It felt like it closed in. Everything stalled to work as if everything was sick of being around me. The room was always quiet. No sound dropped through the walls. Nothing crept in from outside. Only my thoughts bouncing around an empty room.
I had been stuck behind a closed door my entire life. Banging from the outside to be let in. But, instead of an opportunity, all I got left with was splinters on my palms. The world has this idea that talent has a secret map. Follow the structure. Fix your grammar. Then, somehow everything will magically work out.
But, there’s no map. There’s just a hunger. A hunger that feels like pressure. But, that’s just the weight of years of observation. Everyday lessons.
I look up, even now, and sometimes think. When will I ever be free.
Lately, I feel like I’ve been selling my soul.
“All you have to do is get through today,” a lie I told myself. The lie always tasted bitter.
But, tomorrow always arrived. It always does. Like that debt collector you can’t avoid.
Outside, the sound of people chatting under my window was another reminder that life happens with or without me.
Something has to happen. Anything. I have to catch a break.
Being at rock bottom wouldn’t fix me overnight. It wouldn’t forget everything I lost. But, it gave me what I didn’t have. I never had direction. That was direction towards the next page, the next chapter, the next novel. That’s when I understood. That’s how you start to climb.
#inspiration
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Life used to feel like time didn’t move forward. It felt like it closed in. Everything stalled to work as if everything was sick of being around me. The room was always quiet. No sound dropped through the walls. Nothing crept in from outside. Only my thoughts bouncing around an empty room.
I had been stuck behind a closed door my entire life. Banging from the outside to be let in. But, instead of an opportunity, all I got left with was splinters on my palms. The world has this idea that talent has a secret map. Follow the structure. Fix your grammar. Then, somehow everything will magically work out.
But, there’s no map. There’s just a hunger. A hunger that feels like pressure. But, that’s just the weight of years of observation. Everyday lessons.
I look up, even now, and sometimes think. When will I ever be free.
Lately, I feel like I’ve been selling my soul.
“All you have to do is get through today,” a lie I told myself. The lie always tasted bitter.
But, tomorrow always arrived. It always does. Like that debt collector you can’t avoid.
Outside, the sound of people chatting under my window was another reminder that life happens with or without me.
Something has to happen. Anything. I have to catch a break.
Being at rock bottom wouldn’t fix me overnight. It wouldn’t forget everything I lost. But, it gave me what I didn’t have. I never had direction. That was direction towards the next page, the next chapter, the next novel. That’s when I understood. That’s how you start to climb.
#inspiration
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