As sad as this might sound, struggles suffocate in such a way that some people are driven to the decition that ‘slashing’ their wrist open and letting the blood drip is their solution.
Believe me, I know the feeling.
Its hard, stressful. Is very hard to learn things that you were so scared on finding. I know how it feels and I know many people do too. Many people out there don’t want to face their fears.
Those silent demons that lurk in the dark waiting for the right moment to jump on you and take you out in the blink of an eye. Somethings are just so hard to accept, they become… well… struggles. Hence of the purpose of this blog. Suffocating struggles of life.
It sounds so poetic doesn’t?
Haven’t you noticed that when a person is having an inner struggle is when the best poems blossom?
I’ve noticed. Usually when I feel my heart been torn from its place by life’s hits, its when I get inspired. Writing just seems to flow better that way. Just like that one flower that blossoms right after a wildfire?
That’s just how many things happen. When life pulls the trigger that’s when inspiration or solutions flourish. There’s not a better way, as contradicting that it may sound, its when we are cornered into a wall, with a knife at our throats and a gun at our heads, that our vision clarifies and we see either our way out or the distraction that will help us get through. Or, its when we see, that they were people behind that one who is holding the knife and the gun, just waiting for our signal to take action and help us out of the hell we feel we’re in.
Struggles are necessary, so stop asking for them to go away.
) to choose your destiny (now I’m sounding like Gandhi or something) you had the choice of which path to take.
Don’t make me laugh, you can’t fix all the damage teenage life does to us with a few pills before going to bed. Oh and don’t forget that we also have to deal with test and homework’s and school and teachers and family and friends and innner conflicts and outer conflicts and blah blah blah. There are things that can’t be fixed by talking to some bald headed stranger every two weeks. We need our family, the ones who were there for us when we hurt our knees because of falling, or the ones that were there when we cried scared at night. We need our family TODAY as teenagers as much as we needed them as kids, but you can’t really expect us to be utterly open about everything now do you? 
In reality, we take our feelings into a whole different level and guess what, when is too much, we bottle it up and simply zip it
Simply that, we won’t talk about it. Now think about this and answer your self. Is teenage life really that great and easy?
