I don't think that there's a day that goes by that I'm not told to try. Everyday someone that crosses my path, tells me to try.
"Try to smile."
"Try to laugh."
"Try to be optimistic."
"Try to love harder."
"Just try..."

One of the hardest "tries" is to live. To continue to live in a world that is so filled with hate, judgement, evil standards, confusion, and too many expectations.

I'm not even attempting to exaggerate when I say that my mind is so clouded with the mental pollution that the world shoves into it. A daily battle that is not something to joke about. A biohazardous waste land just waiting for the right amount of "hazard."

I have "tried" to feel like I have purpose here.
{Good news; I have a huge purpose!}

I have "tried" to make everyone happy.
{I've learned that it's impossible and I need to make myself happy for a change}

I have "tried" to live.
{I'm living; finally!}

I am "trying."