You know how you just feel like you're doing so much yet you're getting nowhere.
like you think you have some purpose in life, like you feel as if you exist for some reason.
Like you will one day have a story to tell.
You have all these dreams and goals that you think can one day come true;
that you can one day make a reality.
You build your hopes so high because you base them off success stories and sugar coated lies.
People tell you to push on; that it'll be worth it.
They leave out how they have equal or even more doubt in it happening for themselves, let alone in you.
And in that web of blind encouragement and false motivation,
you find it in you to believe you can do it.
You think you can be like them.
The success story.
The one who works hard and at the end of the day has it all.
Not knowing or realizing that that success story is one in a million. literally.
Or there is also the possibility that you don't think so.
That you know and you realize that one can not have it all.
You could just want one thing. You could just want to be happy. Or at least with yourself.
With how you see yourself, with what you see in yourself.
To feel that at the very least you are worthy of your own skin.
But that, my dear is almost that of one in a million.
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