On facing the road ahead...

An analogy of how I feel, is much like that of completely wiping out while running and crashing on the ground, and being in pain, and for those minutes that you're lying there just really wishing that someone would come to your rescue. But then you realize that there's nobody around, and you're the one that has to tend your own wounds, try to get up, and limp back home. I know that the choice is mine to get back up, but by getting back up by myself means to acknowledge that there is no help coming. I think it's a part of adulthood that maybe everyone faces, but it's a bitter pill to swallow.