Can you imagine the pain or loneliness someone out there experiences everyday? Not a  suicidal or a depressed situation just mentally exhausted with things. The constant feeling of giving up but wanting to be more. We see it happen yet don’t do anything about it. Time after time happening we can’t see that it’s not ending. Most importantly no one brings it into clarity. Along with that feeling, people just give in and quit attempting to reach their goal or achievement.

It’s not about the success that you get to or after it, but the struggle and determination an individual has to keep going. It’s not about the betrayal or the pain someone causes you but about what you do and cause yourself. Being independent gives such a positive impact on you and maybe others that admire you. Yet being dependent is quite the opposite. The emptiness that is present but you try to ignore it or fill it with whatever you can because you are used to depending on someone else for something. As time passes that feeling becomes bigger and that’s when you really realize that you are alone in this world. It is everyone for their own, you benefit yourself because at times nobody will want to see you succeed or be a success. It’s not that you’re physically alone but just that you can’t really depend or rely on someone.
   

“You do not get to talk to me like that brat, we’re not equal.”- Nameless. How is that suppose to make me or you feel? Well it is not about how I am suppose to feel but how I felt at the moment. As soon as I heard that come from their mouth I was without words. My face as red as how mad I was. Only because she was an older person and I had respect for elderlys, since my mother raised me right. I kept my mouth shut within the new few hours she had acted like it never happened. That was someone I work with, honestly I was not shocked by it. My own father was unreliable when I was so young. From that point I learned my mom didn’t need him. She showed me and my siblings to be independent and to have determination bigger than ourselves. But of most utterly importance how to move forward and not look back. We struggled along side her, moving every school year until she could get on her feet and find us a safe place. Now at my age I’ve seen the most unfair and most heartbreaking situations in my opinion. I had to grow up early in my life. Being where I am now after all of this time, for my mother and siblings I would do it again and again.

So for a period of time I knew what real struggle was, there are endless things I can name. One biggest one was fitting in, I never understood why fit in with these among me. Because they aren’t better than me actually they’re more blended into this society than me. Society is more messed up now with kids believing its “cool” or it’s a new trend to be drinking and involved with drugs at such a young age. Growing up with family I never really saw the good in being involved with others or with things such as alcohol or illegal substances. For as long as I remember I have been against it, cutting off people for even thinking of doing it. Now my mental thought of it is more open. I understand that some individuals struggle with addiction and have events that push them off the edge that they do not know how to act and become someone they’re not.

We all experience some kind of struggle whether it is a mental or a lifestyle as in money. There is a percentage in the world that won’t know what it feels like to really earn something through hard work because it’s handed to them. As well as a higher percentage that works for their life and for how they live it. I choose to work for it.