It's Not Like You To Say Sorry, I Was Waiting On A Different Story

There are times in your life when you know you’ve reached your limit. You can’t possibly take any more. Defeated and slumped over, you feel as if you have reached the lowest of lows. Your nerves are shot, you are completely and utterly numb. Nothing matters, for things cannot conceivably get any worse. You thought you could take it, but now you realize that you cannot. Your emotional strength has been shredded to bits. It’s not worth it to continue down this path anymore. Battered and bruised, you have finally reached the end of your rope. Sanity is a memory at this point.

But then somehow you feel a pull from deep inside of you. Something tells you that you have to keep going. You get up. Things are a bit clearer. You’re pulling on strength you never knew you had. It tugs from deep inside you, pressing you to go on. There is something waiting for you at the end. It’s overcoming your limitations that allows you to see results. You cannot give up, the pull is too strong. It drives you forward, past the points you never thought you would see. Something inside you realizes that the end could very possibly be worth all of this. If you truly love the intended result, you will do whatever you have to to get there.

You know what that pull is? Determination. I am not giving up.