When they tell you to starting over, they never truly tell you how busy it gets. They never tell you how much you give up. They never truly tell you all the pain and suffering you have to grow through. They never tell you just how busy you get, managing things that for once, you never even wanted to do. They never tell you about the struggle it is, just to wake up every morning willing to do it again and again, over and over.
They say to focus on the positives because the end is in sight. The end will get you through the night. The end will settle all of your fears. The end will make everything okay. The end will finally symbolize truly what you have accomplished… But the question that still lingers… What if I never make it to the end?
Where is the end when the struggle has just begun?
I really don’t know.