Struggle

I struggle. I find it hard to live in such a world where things aren't usually in their purest form, black and white. I am bombarded with choices, good and bad, and I sometimes make the right mistake.

I feel that there is much sadness and aimlessness in this world. I've seen how humans take apart one another, bit by bit, to reach the top echelons of the world. I've seen friends fall, and never get up. I've seen myself caught in a web of guilt, forever haunted by the mistakes of the past.

And yet there is light at the end of this dark and harrowing tunnel. There is hope in this land devoid of sanity. There is yet faith in the darkest of hours. And that is what keeps me moving on, no matter the storms or earthquakes that may befall my journey. I grit my teeth, I fasten my eyes towards the harsh dark road, and I take a step, one at a time, closer to a destiny in which I do not know.

Many times I stumble and a creeping shadow pulls me back towards the darkness. But a hand, bright as the morning and warm as the love of a mother's embrace, grips mine as firmly as a stout mountain stands against an ever raging sea, and urges me forward.

Urges me to move. Urges me to not to give in. Urges me not to conform. I have seen my fair shares of mistakes and broken regrets and I know the pain that lingers in every torn soul lost in the sea of shame. I do not intend to fall into the same aimless cycle again and again and have myself be pulled out by a force greater than any man could ever comprehend. It is not right. It is not going to get me anywhere. So I move.

I am not alone. I once, through my own sorrow and brooding, had thought that all had forsaken me, all had left me to wither and die in the place. But no, there are still warm souls out there, that are seeking something, just as I am. We aid each other, through courage and spirit, through our sweat and tears, through our meager victories, and through our gentle silences. We. Are. Not. Alone.

Though thunders cast a bright hue of fear across the skies, we will march into the clouds and claim the rain. Though the demons find us to feast upon, we will bare our fangs and fight, fight and fight, until blood has lost all its meaning. Though the loved ones we seek are far and distant, we will walk even on fire to find a place to call home.

Though we are here, we will never. NEVER. Forget.

We will prevail.