Every day, I think about giving up
Every day, I think about giving up.
And every day, something reminds me—it’s still too early.
There are still places I haven’t been.
Things I haven’t tried.
People I haven’t met.
Versions of myself I haven’t become.
Because even though hope doesn’t erase the hard things
Or make us forget about them,
It changes how we hold them.
Sometimes, that shift alone is enough,
To keep us going for one more day.
When I stop fixating on the terrible things
and start noticing the hopeful ones,
I can feel the weight on my shoulders lift.
My heartbeat quickens.
My thoughts open up again.
My mornings start to feel exciting once more.
Exciting for the things I could become.
For the places I could go.
For the life I could build.
That’s how I survived the bad times:
By holding on to small hopes
Until they slowly became good times.
So that when I finally looked back,
I was genuinely happy and proud of myself
Because I kept going.
And over time, you’ll learn:
That you can only taste how sweet life can be
If you’ve known how bitter it felt when things didn’t work out.
So, friend.
If you’re in a rough patch right now,
If everything feels heavy,
If it seems like life can only get worse…
Don’t rush to the ending just yet.
Pause.
Breathe.
Take your time.
And…
Imagine how great it could feel when you make it through this.
Because you will.
It’s just a matter of when.
I hope you find this insightful. Remember:
It’s not going to be easy,
But it’s not impossible.
Your friend,
Brian.