Surrender to Resilience

Some days plunge into the depths of despair, tempting me to surrender to the chaos. It's as if I'm chasing a departing train, watching it vanish before my eyes, questioning the purpose of my pursuit.

Why am I relentlessly running after something slipping away? The answer eludes me. Perhaps chasing this elusive train is my attempt at asserting control, even if it leads to nowhere. I've grown accustomed to pursuing things beyond my grasp, persisting in the only action that feels within my power.

The audacity to dream big remains elusive, for such aspirations render my current life pathetically small. How can I entertain the delusion of changing the world when my own seems on the verge of collapse?

The crushing realization arrives all at once. Hard work appears futile, consistency strains the fabric of daily life, and doubts about the wisdom of investing so much in something yielding no returns start to surface. How does one justify persisting in a pursuit that shows no signs of fruition?

Perhaps solace lies in the stories of those who have triumphed, hoping that good fortune will eventually grace my endeavours. Yet, even holding on feels burdensome, the weight growing heavier with each passing moment.

Occasionally, I yearn for a fresh start, willing to relinquish my current strengths to create room for new pursuits. However, the fear lingers. What if I abandon everything, begin anew, and still find no success? The prospect of solely blaming my own capabilities for failure is daunting.

Facing this truth is a bitter pill to swallow.

I find myself in my darkest hour, surrounded by uncertainty. The tunnel appears endless, and my hands brush against its cold walls as I tread deeper into the shadows.

Am I progressing or regressing? It's inconsequential. Right now, I'm uncertain if I want to seek the light.

The world compels us to yield, acknowledging that we won't always emerge victorious in the boxing ring of life. When we're down and it seems like life has drained us, let's not feign composure or pretend to have it all figured out.

It's acceptable to admit that we're barely holding it together.

Choosing to remain unseen is not a sign of defeat but a mark of determination. Staying down doesn't imply incompetence; it signifies the need for more time to transform into the person we aspire to be. Our dreams don't revolve around an ordinary existence, so let's remember that our battles won't be ordinary either.

Life will knock us down, patiently waiting for us to rise, only to knock us down again. We may need to hit rock bottom to reach the summit of our dreams. Losing hope and feeling depleted of fight are part of the journey. We may contemplate surrender, but it's the "almost" that matters.

Because it's in the moments when we're on the verge of losing everything that the inner light ignites.

In these darkest hours, we muster the strength to stand tall. In the solitude of the night, we piece ourselves back together. It's not about the number of times we fall; it's about how many times we rise, each time more resilient, more prepared, and more capable of fighting for our desires.

Remain down until the time is right to rise, not as the person who stumbled but as the one reborn.