Eaten Alive

Isn't it easy to take things for granted?

I think so...when becoming complaisant, it's a slippery slope to the bottom of the hill.

I think to myself, I shouldn't let things bother me half way down. But somewhere along the line, I hit that inevitable rock that lets me know how insignificant I am in this great big world.

It's something simple generally. 

I notice that I'm only as good as I'm useful and anything more then that is me-hands out-begging to be accepted.

By the time I'm there, it's really too late to take it back. The only real way of climbing back up is taking a good look around, gathering my strength with a deep breath, and starting the trek.

The world will eat you alive if you let it.

I prefer to not.

I prefer to suck it up and sigh.... Whatever.

Because if the world was a great big person, and I was getting stuck in it, I'd probably be the one climbing back out half-eaten.

 I don't accept being leftovers. I hear the call of an undying dream and the passion of a heart that refuses to stop beating. And all the passing fancies fade to nothing as I claw and scratch, bite and bleed, to do what I need to.

I will feel pain. I will get angry. I will make mistakes and hurt people and it will be ugly. I will have those times when giving up seems easier.

But...

That isn't the end of the story.

Because, 

I will feel ecstasy. I will become elated. I will succeed and help people and it will be beautiful. I will have those times when not giving up will pay off, and I will be thankful.

So-

Up or down.

Black or white.

Good or bad.

Sorrow or joy...

It is all worth it.

If you're looking for me, I'm in the middle of climbing back up that hill.