Some were born into affluence while all some knows is penniless.
Some are blessed with good health why some where born with a disability, or with some chronic diseases. This is just what it is.
So, how did we stay victorious regardless of where we found ourselves? How can we never gives up until we get to the promise land?
The kind of situation we were born into is not our choice, but how we turn those situations around is always our choice.
Everyday is decision day, the grind is real, you either go hard or go home.It is not the fight outside that define us but the horizon that rise inside us each time we choose to just keep going instead of giving up and accept faluire.
We need to learn how to accept who we are, where we came from and know where we need to be.
We need to always remind ourselves that as long as we still breath, there is still hope.
Other times we just have to learn to take the leap of faith, and forge ahead.
For someone born into a remote village with no good access road or basic amenities here in my country. Sometimes I do flash back to see how far I have come and wonder how it was possible. I'm deeply greatful to my maker, for it is not by my might or strength.
The thing is that it hasn't been easy. Right from when I was born the struggle of surviving, to get educated, the things I had to go through, and even now being the first graduate in our family, only means more responsibilities.
The moment we realise that no one owns us anything in life, then that is just the begging of true living.
What keeps me going
Haven known what poverty means, and witnessed suffering first hand when I was little, such experience kept me going. I never wanted to have another version of such old days or my kids experiencing same; where I had to trek for an hour every single day just to get to my school; where I had to eat just one and half times a day. All these happened because I had stayed in a far away village away from my dear parents before I could have access to basic education.
When I look back and see those of my age mates that gave up striving and see where most of them have ended up, I remained grateful for the spirit of resilience inherent in me. That is what makes me invictus . It is too late for me to give up or fail now.
I know life does not get easier, sometimes we just have to get stronger and it will surely get better.
You know, I will never end my post without saying Thank you for all your supports!
