I'm reading back journal entries from over a year ago, and it hurts that i'm still in a similar place, no matter how much time has passed there's still one constant, I want to be apart of important conversations, the way i see it i have two options, I could try so incredibly hard and see every opportunity for what they are instead of what i hoped they'd be, or i could give up, cut my losses and look somewhere else for another opportunity, but i have to ask myself, does it just come with time? am i really going to get to a better place in a year? and even if i could, am i really that patient?
I think my yearn to overachieve is breaking me down, bit by bit, i'm in between a rock and a really hard place, part of me wants to give up, because of the tough times i'm facing, because of how uncomfortable it all is, but part of me also wants to dig in, stand ten toes, not abandon ship, the two parts of me constantly battle each other, in the heat of chasing the same thing, success, not by the dictionary's definition, but by mine.
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Until she was happy
ŞiirHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
