Life can be so hard. Too hard sometimes. It’s like we are born just to struggle. You go to school, you read day and night, then you graduate and start job hunting. You finally get a job and think things will be better, but instead, you meet new problems like rent, bills, family pressure, mental stress, and a boss who doesn't even care if you slept well last night.
Sometimes I ask myself, “Why is life so hard and why do we have to fail before we learn?” Some people's lives are so accurate that they do not have to hustle or face hardship, I know all fingers are not equal but why can’t things just go smoothly and easily for everyone? Why do we have to cry, break down, and feel like a failure before some of us understand life better?
These are the questions running through my mind each time I see myself struggling, but this never weighs me down, These have been my way of fighting and giving me more strength, I still wake up in the morning, dress up and say my early morning affirmation words even when life is showing me the other side, even when I feel like to end it all but I still maintain my cool
Why do I keep pushing?
Because I have people who believe in me, I remember when I was young and how I had dreams, I have people who are looking up to me, so giving up is not an option for me, I know that if I stop now, all the pain I’ve been through will be for nothing. That alone keeps me going.
My mother’s words still ring in my head “Life is not fair, but you must keep pushing.” She has gone through so much, but she never gave up. She motivates me. My husband too his quiet strength, his support, even when I feel like I'm failing, gives me the courage to stand up again.
There’s something strange about hardship. It shapes you, it builds you. It teaches you lessons that sweet times can never teach. I’ve come to realize that life is not just about arriving at some perfect place. It’s about the journey. The ups and downs. The moments when you almost give up but don’t.
Maybe we will all die someday, but what about the time we have now? What if we live this life with some meaning, no matter how small? What if we smile at someone today and that becomes the reason they don’t give up? What if your daily struggle inspires someone else not to stop?
You see, I don’t always have the answers. I still cry. I still break down sometimes. But I’ve learned that purpose is not one big thing waiting at the end of the road. Purpose is in how you live each day. It’s in how you treat people. How you love, how you forgive, how you fight through pain and still hold on to hope.
That’s why I hustle. That’s why I wake up and keep trying. Even if I fail again, I will learn again. I will rise again. I want a life that matters not just to me, but to others too. I want my story to mean something, even if it’s just to one person in life.
This is my response to this week's episode of smp community prompt #smp-w24
