26 April 2012
Pressure. A word with the power to break someone. Pressure from friends. Pressure from classmates. Pressure from teachers. Pressure from myself. I am not broken yet. Faltering, I am still standing up, by reasons unknown even to me. One insecure step at a time, I am moving forward, despite the fact that it feels like I'm carrying the entire universe on my shoulders. Always, a dangerous question is knocking on the door to my mind.
"Am I good enough?"
Sometimes it feels like I am and the burden lightens, if only for a moment. Sometimes it feels like I'm not good enough. In those times; it's close. I almost break. My facade cracks and exposes something unfamiliar for a few moments. A true emotion; raw, wild and pure. It only happens for a few seconds, then I repair my shattered walls and continue towards a sanctuary, though there isn't one. Hopeless hope is the only thing that keeps me going. Hope that the burden will lighten. Hope that someone will help me move forward. Hope that one day I will be good enough. --------------------------------- This is an excerpt from a short story I'm currently writing. I hope that you guys like it! Keep being yourselves!
Pressure • Opuss № I