Embracing Perseverance: The Courage to Endure and Thrive

I still continue, and I still hope after everything that I have been through, after everything that has happened to me. I still have dreams and I still take small steps every day. I carry on even though the road ahead seems scary, especially at night. I wipe my tears from my glasses and proceed to write my best essays when life becomes a little too unbearable. I smoke my pipe and read my books like a tired old man but I wish like a hopeful naive boy.

I am still able to endure myself and life and have faith in my abilities even though it seems nobody really believes in me anymore. I can still imagine a joyful future where I have a family and a job even though I have not been to any dates yet and I don’t have a job still. I imagine a brighter future despite the present and logic. I still wait for things that probably will never happen. I still manage to laugh and be kind to others. I still cry like a boy at night and wake up in the morning as if nothing has happened. I still manage to pray even though there is nobody that listens. I still exist with many failures and regrets, with all the sad emotions that I carry within me. I still matter despite my failures, despite my present predicaments, and despite reality.

I am still working on myself, studying, and trying to be better to be finally enough for someone. I am still being overlooked, despite all my efforts. I am still doing my best even though it might not be enough. I am still the timid young boy who probably needs someone to hug him and tell him everything will be fine.

Life is fading, I am tired yet I persevere. I look back and I can’t stop regretting it. I look at my present circumstances and can’t stop being scared and I look forward and can’t stop feeling uncertain. My mind is totally sceptic but my heart still yearns for the possibilities. I am still brave enough to dare, to be, and to go on even though every ounce of my being tells me I should stop!