Recently, I went back to my childhood home. This was after nearly 8 years apart from the corner of the town I used to call home. I wasn’t in the best place, and it turns out the house had burned down sometime ago. The house is gone, all that is left is large patch of grass. The streetlight is the same, the same crack of paint is missing from the side of the red light. I wasn’t meant to come back.
8 years and I’ve moved a lot. Things have happened and I’ve been through a lot. It wasn’t until I was sitting on that patch of grass that I realized how far I’ve gotten.
I’m going to keep this short and sweet. If you’re struggling, whatever is going on, it will pass. It always does. Keep going, keep working on it. Because you will find yourself walking past your starting point then you will realize how far you’ve fought to be where you are.
It will get better.