Going through a rough patch in life...

...is no easy feat. If we can get away from experiencing one, we will gladly take that chance in a blink. And there’s nothing cowardly about it. That’s a human thing. 

But sometimes we find ourselves without options and running out of luck. We get hurt and it seems as if healing our wounds have become a massive wall that we have to scale. A wall that seems like a dead end. And no matter how many times we look around, there’s no other way that we can take or go to, and we have no choice but to face that wall. We have no choice but to try our hardest to climb over it or try to break it all down - or just enough - so we can move on.

Sadly, not everyone of us has the patience. Some will develop this urgency to announce every little progress they make, in fear that maybe their efforts are nothing after all. Or they compare themselves to others and see the situation as a competition.

The need to tell or prove to the world that we’ve accomplished something is completely unnecessary. Oftentimes that need surfaces because we know deep inside that we’re far from where we want to be. If we know in ourselves that we have reached that place we’re wanting to get to, that we have finally moved on from the past we’re trying to leave behind – that is good enough. We don’t need to scream about it from the top of our lungs. If it’s true, the whole world will see.

But this is just me. I believe in keeping cool by being quiet and stealthy. And this attitude had placed me in a lot of comparatively favorable positions in the past. Hence I find those who wear their hearts on their sleeves hard to comprehend at times. If I’m to bare my soul, I’d feel completely exposed, vulnerable. That thought frightens the bloody daylight out of me.

However, I am aware that not everyone are like me, and I don’t discriminate. I’m aware that people are different. Something that seems pathetic to one person can send another person over the edge. What can be easy to some people might seem like the end of the world to others. Some can just flick a switch and everything is better again. Some has to fill a few buckets with tears first. 

In a way, it might seem that the former is cold and inhuman, and the latter is weak. But that’s not always the case. We look at things differently, react differently and cope differently. We have our own level of strength and our own way of showing it. Whichever way we choose to deal with our challenges, it doesn’t really matter, as long as we get it done. As long as we get past that wall in one piece or with just minimal scratches. Whatever gets us to our desired destination while keeping our madness at bay, that’s what counts.