There comes a point in every person's life where they look at themselves in the mirror and decide for themselves whether life is worth living. It's a right of passage, a ritual that every human being seems to go through, only to come out the end of it a better person. Life is difficult, it's messy and it's grimy, it's fun and it's infuriating all at the same time. But those who take the challenge and don't falter tend to understand why living is worth it in the end. And the same can be said for those who fail.

Failure is the enemy that plagues us all more than a few times in our life time. But, just because one fails doesn't mean that one has to stay that way forever. It seems like I have failed more in these past few months then I have in my entire life . And although it doesn't seem like it on the surface, I have doubted whether I could continue on the path I set for myself. But there is always a reason to carry on. Life has a lot to offer, it's not always the most glamorous thing, but it has a certain charm about it. Because no matter what path you follow, you can always change it to conform to how you are feeling at that period in time. There's a lot of reasons to give up, but only few to keep plugging away, which is what makes living so rare in the first place.

While I was venting my frustrations to my father, he said something that stuck in my mind. He said what sets me apart from others is that "I show up." No matter how troubled I feel, I get out of bed in the morning and go back to work giving my all. So I challenge you to "show up" as well. Because in the end, that's 90% of the battle.