I look back on places in my life where I had to be strong. When I think back on how I felt I really can't recall much except that I wanted someone there with me. Someone to help me through it. Someone to hold my hand through it all. And its not until later that I realize that I felt that way because I felt alone. But even with someone there with me I still felt pretty much alone because I was going through whatever it was I was going through.
But it makes sense doesn't it? Strength comes from those experiences that make you face your own demons.
Right now i'm at a point where i'm looking ahead at what's to come and all i'm wondering is if I can really make it through. I just keep asking myself "where does my strength lie?"
The unknown seems so adventurous when you're looking at it from a distance but when it's staring at you right in the face it just starts looking like a big black hole that has no end.
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