Keep that grin on your chin and you’ll be right mate.

Said to me the other day by an old timer who, passing by, has seen a thing or two in a long life.

Keep smiling - I think my Dad said that on many an occasion.

Laugh and the world laughs with you.

Cry and you cry alone - well that’s an old one.

Great smile on your dial.

In a while crocodile.

Fun, good humour, kills the tumour,

Beats any rumour.

Love and laughter - it’s the best medicine.

Despite the odds, the challenges and the stress

And sometimes the pain.

Go forward, onwards and forever upwards.

The stars await.

@Tom Stodulka

Challenges and Growth
Equally infinite
Each feeds the other

Facing
Life's worries and
Fears—conquering them for
The day. Tomorrow will care for
Itself.

Why do we run
When a hard challenge comes to face?

Why do give up
After we failed the first 5 times?

Why do we quit
If we dont understand or get it right away

Why do we choose to quit living
Because others are jerks and don't know you or your potential and what you can do?

Why?

Why can't we
Face our challenges without fear but courage

Why can't we persevere
And believe that we can accomplish it even if it takes 50 tries or days

Why can't we keep going
Take the time to practice and understand what we don't even if it means looking from or learning from another angle

Why don't we stand up even if it means getting a beat down or made fun of. Even if they do you are brave and strong and have courage to stand up for yourself and that they can't tear you down anymore

Why?

Why do we do what we want to do and yet fail to continue because of a wall or rock that stops us or makes us fall?

Why do we think that we have failed after we think we can no longer accomplish our task?

We fail when we choose to no longer try and believe we cannot when one day we can when the effort is put forth

Why don't we stop asking ourselves the what if's and start asking the why not's?

For why not prove others that you can
But not just others but yourself
For completing your task shows
You ain't no quitter
But a persevering human
Who can do things when you try and get back up at all cost
To show yourself that you are stronger than you think
Even if asking help was all you needed.
Some tasks are not meant to be done alone but with help.

I don't talk about my problems because I don't want my problems to become yours.
I don't want you to adopt my destructive habits and thoughts. The way I avoid questions and disguise bad situations.
I don't talk about the things I have had to experience, not because I don't want you to know those things about me, but because I know that they will change you. In some way. Maybe they will change the way you see me, the way you treat me, or maybe even the way you see the rest of the world and yourself.
I don't want to tell you every detail about my relations with men because I don't want you to fear them as well.
I don't want to tell you about the harassment and torture I endured throughout the years because I don't want to reveal the things that hurt me.
I don't want to tell you about my eating disorders and the way I think because I don't want to give you an instruction manual on ******* yourself.

I avoid becoming too personal with people because it makes me vulnerable. I do not favor being used.

I get irrationally angry when I see that my friends are going through the same problems as me. Maybe it is because I care about them, or it could be because I am jealous. I honestly don't know.

I feel like I am doing a lot and not enough at the same time, and I hate myself for it. I punish myself with restless nights of crying and bleeding, torture myself with challenges against successful people, push myself to the brink of pain and defeat because I know I am cable of being successful. So why do I not just do more?

The crisp air pressed to the breast of that dewy morn',
A piercing of the skin by the rosiest of thorns.
Thorn to skin, blood to air,
A soft ebbing of life from its lair.

Venous roads and capillarous tunnels,
A captured path in which life is shuttled.
That ****** thorn that interrupts its flow,
Allows life to meet that soft morning's glow.

I am a small boat in a big ocean, all alone tugging along a wrecked ship...

Nights pass with heavy loads and day breaks with hardwork, yet I tug alone my wrecked ship...

Many storms come along, with tide so swift that I nearly lose my grip on my wrecked ship, lightening so bright and thunder roars gives me shivers of doubt that I might not make to the shore with my wrecked ship...

With a high aim and certainty, I tug along with my wrecked ship...

Days go by and I still see no land, will I be able to safely shore my wrecked ship...

Sometimes I see land but my sight has gone so blurry that even reality passes my sight...

Thinking I was taking the right path to the shore but the waves sway me in all directions, it's hard to tell which direction I am in now...

It's a big ocean and am all alone tugging my wrecked ship...


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