Persevere

For those who are completely unaware, this semester has easily been the longest and most difficult of my life. Even last semester, which I was convinced was the worst semester possible. At least last semester I had a chance.

Basically everything that could have gone wrong has gone wrong this semester. I'm in danger of failing a class for the first time in my life (I've said this before, but I seriously mean "fail" this time and not just "get a C or lower"), the rest of my classes aren't much better, I'm adding two more courses for the last half of the semester, I'm working 15 hours a week, and I'm trying to sort out more personal issues than I ever realized I had. And it struck me not too long ago that I have been an ungrateful little bastard throughout all of this.

It's funny how much I realize about myself when I get into my super introspective moods. Lately that has led to me being mopey and emo for a day or two until I get introspective again and escalate my emo scale. But after some conversations with some very close friends of mine who keep me together, I've realized that while I've grown up a lot since high school, there's one thing I've lost: my perseverance.

Three years ago, I could handle anything life threw at me. And I did it all the time. I was the artsy smart kid, which was both a blessing and a curse. I was taken advantage of and was called some colorful words, and all of this usually happened behind my back and just got around to me later. I was stabbed in the back by almost every person I trusted, and yet I still emerged like a phoenix from the ashes as the most successful boy in my senior class.

Life constantly throws things at us, and we can't help that. It's when let those things wear us down that life gets to be unbearable. Will things get better? Yes, someday. But for now, there's not much you can do except grit your teeth and bear it, and pray that God gives you the strength to make it through to the good part.

There's always an end. It may take a while, but there is an end.