And we trudge, on and on.
Life is like the waves that slowly ebbs and flows on the beach, pulling us back in each instance and pushing us forward in another.
What we can only do is to choose whether to grab on the tightest we can when we are pushed forward onto the beach, or to let go and let it bring us back into the abyss of the ocean.
Grab, grab till the whites of your knuckles show, grab till your lungs scream at you for air, grab till you feel that you can't bring forth another ounce of strength and at that point grab some more. Never forget that we are fighting every damned day to live the life we feel is right for us. Grab.
What we can only do is to choose whether to grab on the tightest we can when we are pushed forward onto the beach, or to let go and let it bring us back into the abyss of the ocean.
Grab, grab till the whites of your knuckles show, grab till your lungs scream at you for air, grab till you feel that you can't bring forth another ounce of strength and at that point grab some more. Never forget that we are fighting every damned day to live the life we feel is right for us. Grab.