How many of us have tried, and tried, Lord help me... and tried again, only to be faced with the same outcome?
What do you do when faced with the monsters of perceived failure once more? When you feel the final bits of strength and will-power within diminishing? The fire inside, which once burnt so bright now lies at the bottom of a dark pit without the slightest glow?
It's just a matter of picking yourself up again and getting back on the horse - right?
Simple. Or at least it should be.
But fuck me, there comes a point in your life when you just want to smack that horse and get it out of your life. How much easier it would be to go and work for someone else instead of making your own life. Leaving the dust of your dreams where most others leave them, within their own imaginations.
This point my friend, is the nexus. The defining moment.
Curl up in a ball and weep for what could have been.
Let your shoulders drop and join the line with the rest of the population.
Live the life that someone else has decided is best for you.
Nexus, it's the point at which the real hero's raise their weary faces and stare back at the demons. I might not win but neither will they.
They lose if I keep going.
They lose when I keep going.
Only, it's not a matter of making them lose. The true struggle comes from not giving up.
The odds will always be stacked, so don't waste your time and energy on them.
The 'others' out there will always try to bring you down. Don't waste your time and energy on them.
There's only one soul in this world that has lived through every single moment with you - yourself.
Only one that truly understands. You.
And if you don't believe in yourself, then no-one will.
Sounds like a cliche, some trite 'pick me up'.
The waves are crashing over me as I struggle to catch my breath, but they will recede. I have to believe that. I must!
No, I will not go quietly into the darkness. The flame inside is but dormant. A small spark is all it will take. She shall burn brighter than ever before once more.