"I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become" - Carl Jung
How many times a day do I find myself being angry at the world? How many times a day I was revisited by the ancient urge to hurl a red brick stone at somebody, for deceiving me, for disrespecting me, for rejecting me? How many times a day I am tempted to listen to the deepest and darkest voice in my head, which lurks around, ready to spring at a moment's notice - to take the forbidden path, to let go, without a care to the world, without remembering those I love the most?
They are too many to count, and the thing about growing up, the thing about having chosen my own path - is that my life becomes my own responsibility. The fear, the hurt, the anger, the frustration, the sadness; are no one else's but mine.
So every time, when I'm confronted with the same situation over and over again, I have to consider my choices - to revert back to my old self, and risk facing the same result, the same pattern, or to move forward, to see the beauty in everyday life and even though I am at the mercy of the unknown, of the unfamiliar - at least I'm not repeating, or victimised by, the same vicious cycle.
I am not giving up on you, life, not yet.
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