I’m going in a direction where I cannot and will not carry dead weight.

One thing I have noticed about my life is that I am always on borrowed time. I have to think quickly on my feet because time doesn’t allow me to rest. Instead, it keeps me on my tippy toes as I play ‘guess who’s trying not to cheat.’ However, every time I try to guess just a little ... just a tad bit, I stumble and fall.

Why do I have to be the one who borrows time as opposed to having time given to me fairly? When I look around, I see people enjoying life and the time that is given to them. It doesn’t seem like they are on borrowed time, but I notice I am. One would say, no, you have the same amount of time, just like everyone else. No, that is not true. The time that is given to me ticks by quickly and runs out faster than it ticks.

Life takes you on a difficult path only for you to find yourself at the beginning.

I found myself walking with my hands in the pocket of my pants, jacket, or sweatshirt while my head was down, focused on my footsteps. I need to start walking with my head up instead of down. I guess I walk with my head down because I am always heading in the same direction. Maybe if I walked with my head up, I would be able to take a different path. I am going to put that on my to-do list.

All four seasons in my life are always heavier, year after year. Every day of my life is filled with uncertainties. I am free-falling, not knowing where I am going to end up. Although everything is closing in on me, I keep going. Most times, it is hard, but I try to keep a little hope and press on.

Life isn’t only full of surprises with struggles, but it is full of surprises with blessings and greatness as well. You cannot stop believing. You have to hold on just a little while longer.

Life isn’t only full of surprises with struggles, but it is full of surprises with blessings and greatness as well.

I always hope for the good, but life has me in a spider web. I’ve tried to get out, but it ties me down in its thick web of despair, disappointment, stress, and hate. It’s always pinning me down. No matter how hard I try to wiggle out, I am stuck in its web.