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My biggest problem thus far has been sleep and rest. As soon as my schedule seems to be working for me I hit this spot of seeming exaustion and find it near impossible to be functional in the day. From being apathetic and near unconcious in class, to simply sleeping through my alarm. I fear this will be a tug at a thread that will lead to my unraveling.
But do not think this is an admission of defeat.
Perhaps I will fail.
Perhaps I will make to many mistakes.
Perhaps my performance will not be good enough.
Perhaps I will not be able to gather the substance of character to achieve the goals they set.
But I have the substance of character to not be defeated.
I am not damned.
I am not given up on.
I am not forsaken.
Here in lies my hope to persevere and keep going.
In perseverence I acquire character.
I have been given a gift that when kept at the forefront of my mind compels me to continue on.
I have been made into an extension of grace.
Grace bestowed upon me, and expounded through me.
To remember this is to be made strong. Strong enough to try and fail. Strong enough to fly and fall. Strong enough to coninue on even when past attempts are bitter memories.
This is not just exibited in my academic life, but every aspect of my existance. It is so necessary and relevent that it is an absolute to my very being. Without the grace bestowed upon me by Jesus Christ I would be the worst type of creature in existance.
Apathetic.
Succumbing to an ideology that hinges on the question "why me" and plays the victim at all cost.
An existance that is saturated with the notion that I am owed something that I have not attempted to earn, and that I deserve more than my lot.
I am not damned.
I am not given up on.
I am not forsaken.
And neither are you.
iamdave
But do not think this is an admission of defeat.
Perhaps I will fail.
Perhaps I will make to many mistakes.
Perhaps my performance will not be good enough.
Perhaps I will not be able to gather the substance of character to achieve the goals they set.
But I have the substance of character to not be defeated.
I am not damned.
I am not given up on.
I am not forsaken.
Here in lies my hope to persevere and keep going.
In perseverence I acquire character.
I have been given a gift that when kept at the forefront of my mind compels me to continue on.
I have been made into an extension of grace.
Grace bestowed upon me, and expounded through me.
To remember this is to be made strong. Strong enough to try and fail. Strong enough to fly and fall. Strong enough to coninue on even when past attempts are bitter memories.
This is not just exibited in my academic life, but every aspect of my existance. It is so necessary and relevent that it is an absolute to my very being. Without the grace bestowed upon me by Jesus Christ I would be the worst type of creature in existance.
Apathetic.
Succumbing to an ideology that hinges on the question "why me" and plays the victim at all cost.
An existance that is saturated with the notion that I am owed something that I have not attempted to earn, and that I deserve more than my lot.
I am not damned.
I am not given up on.
I am not forsaken.
And neither are you.
iamdave