Fight Another Day

Sitting here.

Thinking.

Thinking about life.

My past.

My present.

My future.

Tears stream down my face.

How did I get to where I am?

How did I go so wrong?

A darkened day.

So black.

Black and white.

That’s what my life is like.

Boring.

Nothing good.

Nothing exciting.

Just colorless.

Emotionless.

Yet, deep down, I know that a better day is coming.

A brighter future.

I shouldn’t stay in the past.

I shouldn’t ruminate.

Not about anything.

My past, my present don’t define my future.

They don’t define me.

I may fall.

Hard.

Brutally.

But I will do it beautifully.

And I’ll pick myself up.

I’ll fight another day.

I’ll fight until my dying day.

And It’ll be a wonderful day.

Like a heartbeat.

Ups and downs.

But always moving forward.