Just like pleasure and pain,
I have had my own fair share of life’s troubles and struggles.
Sometimes I want to give up and not try,
but whether or not I accept it, it continues still.
My childhood wasn’t better because I’d thought I should grow,
“adulthood was the real deal” I told myself then.
I beat myself and say
“I shouldn’t have become a grown up!”
Yet, I did.
I didn’t choose this life, yet I got it.
The struggles are choking; deep into the night,
I’ll lay in my bed staring at the ceiling,
lost in deep thoughts, in the cold and lonely night, I’ll let out a sigh asking myself “Will these struggles ever come to an end?”
And then without an answer I let sleep take me away into an unconscious state; whether or not I died, I do not know, but the dawn and crow of a cock wake me to consciousness.
“I am conscious now,” the struggles continue. Like de ja vu,
I go through the day’s hectic punches and pains but with hope alive that someday the struggles will be worth it;
will be worth every try.
I am an adult,
so I must be strong to face all these challenges,
no one gets to see my struggles because I am grown up, so I must act as one. I must be strong!
I shrug off the pains and frets, and tell myself “I am strong enough to sail through them because at the end, I’ll get to tell the story of how the struggles of life didn’t prey me”