Category : Diary/Journal

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For most of my life I have been struggling with a personal battle. Having being told I am not good enough, that I'll never be good enough no matter how much I accomplish in life can shatter one's spirit no matter how strong a person may be.

I have cried silently on my own but over the years, my tears have matured. I've turned those pain into something beautiful - a garden of flowers in my heart. And now, those same tears water the soil of my flowers instead of flooding the streets of my world.

I kept those tears out of view from those close to me - not because I was afraid of being judged, but because I refuse to accept defeat. My pride kept me from giving up.

There were days where it was exceptionally hard to keep it together, days where I felt I had no more fight left in me but still, I soldiered on. Then one morning I woke up and felt like I had been injected with some powerful spunk while I was asleep. I woke up feeling refreshed, rejuvenated, and positively alive. 

That was when I realized I can do this. I've got this. It is okay to break down and have a good cry once in a while for tears are so much more than just emotions. It is actually the soul's way of healing scars that the eyes cannot see.

Life is filled with unanswered questions, but it is really the courage to seek those answers that continues to give meaning to life. You can spend your life wallowing in despair, wondering why you were the one who was led towards the road strewn with pain or you can be grateful that you are strong enough to survive it. The choice is really in our hands.