Have You Ever Stopped Believing in Someone? Yourself?

When is too much TOO much?

When do human beings stop? When do we stop being someone else’s everything? Be it a friend, a mother, a spouse, a mentor, a companion in this crazy world—when does the last straw become the last straw? When do we stop believing in ourselves, in someone else??

I wonder where or when the striking point occurs in life. What is it that makes someone take their own life? Makes someone hate another human? Makes someone give up their dream? Makes a child turn vicious? What happens that is so damn bad it cannot be absolved? Or, on the flip side, what is it that makes a person rise up from the ashes and claim their place in the sun?

We are human. We are not perfect—but we are not, and were not, intended to be so. But we have life, an amazing, majestic life … a life that should be happy, free from hatred, free to be … and sometimes, I just want to know why the bullshit exists because maybe if I can understand that, then maybe I’d better understand why tragedy exists in the first place and maybe I wouldn’t care so much when I see other’s suffer … but then again, if we don’t feel other peoples’ pain, what’s the point is life at all?

I also believe we all have a purpose in life, I only wish everyone had the wherewithal to go after their dreams, to live their purpose. Maybe if more people would fight for their dreams, maybe more people would be happy and presto, the bullshit, the hatred, the unhappiness would go by the wayside. Maybe. Of course when the bullshit hits the fan like it has a way of doing, you could just turn the fan around. Try it.

“No matter how much it hurts, how dark it gets or how hard you fall, you are NEVER out of the fight.” ~ Marcus Luttrell

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