talking to myself

Sometimes you just have to suck it up.

Is what you tell them sometimes.

And it gets hard, boy does it ever, you tell them.

And then you’re reminded how difficult it can get, and you have to swallow your own pill.

Which makes you want to hug them. Because you never really know what people face. You just never really know.

Maybe they need a good dose of hard reality to toughen them up, though. It’s better they learn now with safety nets.

If there are any.

 

But in the end it comes down to personal triumph. How tough are you willing to be?

The toughest people you know had the toughest lives growing up. They became educators. And they ain’t easy, but they’re fair. They have good hearts, they love deeply, but they don’t let up. Because they know how hard it can get. For a kid living out of a car. Abused if not abandoned. They know. And they know what it takes to make it out, to make something of yourself and face the day.

 

So all of this that’s ruthlessly beating you down right now—heck—what the hell do you have to complain about?

Suck it up!

 

 

 

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Author: uncaged

When Picasso painted a blue Seated Woman in a Chair, he was unconsciously thinking of me.

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