Perseverance
Now, I look back on the past 4-5 months, and I think about how pathetic I've honestly become. How once I would talk about perseverance, how I would NEVER in a million years give up on myself, my family, my friends, or my life. How I would stand tall and firm, even when life got the best of me, I would always smile, as be cheerful, always be the man every one could look up. They would look up to me and ask, "How can you be so happy, and so strong, when everything around you falls apart?" And I would always answer, "Well if I wasn't happy and strong, who would be happy for you or I? There are always going to be bad times, but know that there will always be a light somewhere. Don't go running for it, don't go chasing after it, let it make its way to you." And look where I am now, on the opposite side of the spectrum. I always wanted to become that man, he who is leaned on, who was depended upon, who was trustworthy and loyal. And I am NOT going to let myself go. I know who I am, and I know that I am that person. I am a man of perseverance. I will never give up, I will never back down. I know that that is who I am. I may have lost my light for a short time. But that is NOT going to stop me again. I know where my light lies, and it lies within my friends, my family, my future. It lies with the people who believe in me, and trust me, and respect me, and appreciate me. It lies within my beliefs as a man, as a human being. It lies within my morals, and my will. I will NEVER back down or give up on myself like I once did. I am a man of perseverance.