I don’t usually write posts unless I’m in a positive mood. I figured that it’s best to keep an upbeat persona on this site, and not add any rainclouds to my readers’ sunny day. However, by doing so… I’m also holding back a part of myself. That in itself isn’t giving a true idea of the author behind of the blog. So while this may not be a typical post, it’s an extension of my current emotions.
Currently, I’m dealing with a big bad black cloud. One of those curve balls that life sends your way out of an otherwise clear, blue sky. Where do you find the strength to keep going, when you feel as though you have absolutely nothing left to give? How do you cope, when your inner voice changes from being a supportive mantra, to whispers of doubt and despair?
This past weekend, my mood has been rather grave. Work related stress has reached a high point, and I’m struggling to keep a bright outlook on the future. However, I have no intentions of giving up hope. If I can’t believe in myself, tell me… who or what can I have faith in? I fully intend to keep pushing until I either faint from the exertion or until I make the breakthrough that will take me on the golden path of success. This crossroads is the spot where a person is probably only two steps away from achieving their dreams, but they have no idea that they’re almost there.
Perseverance… it’s a trait that all travelers must either have or find a way to develop. Without it, life on the road can become exceedingly difficult. Looking back, I realize just how many obstacles I faced while trying to incorporate more travel into my lifestyle. Scared parents, unsupportive friends, financial roadblocks and even self-inflicted doubts. Questions such as, ‘Am I wasting my money?’, were always in the back of my mind. However, after each and every trip, the only emotions I felt were those of happiness and satisfaction.
Reaching our dreams are never easy. If it was, everyone would be leading exceptional lives. I’m not an advocate of saying that nothing is impossible. What I do believe however, is that even though the road to success may be riddled with holes, ditches and countless speed bumps, all you need to do is to bring along a spare tire, and learn how to change a flat.
To end this post, I’d like to share a poem that my mom always reminds me of, whenever I start to lose hope:
Mother to Son, by Langston Hughes