"If you're going through hell, keep going."---Winston Churchill
I don't know if I've ever been in hell and if I've ever even passed through it. Yet, I'm sure that there have been moments in my short life where it must have felt like hell.
I don't remember the hunger pangs when I didn't have enough to eat as a child in my native country, although my mother remembers it quite clearly. I don't remember coming to the U.S., but that must have been one hellish trip. I do remember the pain and loss of losing my brother. I do remember the pain and loss I felt from each of my break ups with my beaus. I remember not feeling alive, challenged, and hopeless when I felt that couldn't further my career.
Through each of these hellish situations, I received lots of help and support from family and friends. Yet, I also kept going. Why would I want to stay in hell if I can keep going? Especially if I believed that there has got to be a better place and/or a better person waiting for me. Sometimes, the path may be shrouded in darkness and once in a while I felt a little lost, but I always had faith that there was a better place for me than the hell I was going through. Of course, I had my moments where I wanted to give up, but I didn't. So, I continued to push forward and kept going. There is always a better place than the hell I was going through.
What hellish situation have you been through and did you keep going to get out of it?
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