When you go on a roller coaster you know that there will be highs and downs.
When you reach the deepest part you know that then there is going to be a climb.
Why are we so apprehensive about ourselves? Why don’t we allow ourselves to be sad, confused, stuck?
It’s ok to don’t be satisfied, or motivated.
This is ok until you give up the willingness to change your life, and you accept it, depression, injustices, misery.
Because there will not be a climb again, until you decide that there will be one.
So what is the matter? Hope is just a thing for dreamers and unrealistic people? Do people accept who they are and stop working hard, to suffer for something that they care about?
I believe there is nothing more important than fighting for a reason, and you realize especially at your lowest, how much changes can make one person with a bit of hope and a handful of courage.
