Some times it seems that the day to day makes you wither away. You have to constantly fight against who you are and who others want you to be and who you might should be. The struggle wears you out day by day until you sit and just feel the ravaged void the fight as left behind.
Is this the end? Is this where the fight stops or is this where it begins?
Out of that void you are either made or destroyed. Do you emerge from it, stronger than before with a better knowledge of who you are or do you let it consume you until there’s nothing left? The choice is yours.