Tired, are you? Life's been had on you, hasn't it? Nothing seems to go your way, and the whole universe seems to be in your opposition. I know how you feel, I know how you bleed, I know that pain tucked deep within your heart. You've suffered so much, and yet you've kept going. Not because you wanted to, but rather from the lack of a better path. One step in front of the other, that's life, and that's how it always will be. But you're strong, you're resilient–you will do what's necessary to keep moving even if it means that you have to pick at your own scars…
Such a novel mind, but you're no hero. You are but a common man, the forgotten and burdened all the same. Nobody shall offer you a shoulder to cry on, nobody will help you if you don't help yourself first and also have something to offer in return. So rise, rise to your feet and walk once again, for doubts's not a hurdle but a monster in your own head.
