I swear,
every time I encounter some sort of tribulation or ordeal, I automatically turn to the easiest path to “salvation,” giving up. When will I ever comprehend the severity of such a mistake. When will I transform such a disgusting and vile habit into something that drives me and pushes me to my potential. I quitted so many activities and gave up on so many projects that I could have potentially excelled in. I wish one day someone would grab my shoulders and shake me to my senses. But for now, it has to be me implementing these changes. I can’t let a failure fail my senses. Trepidation seems to be the insidious devil that devours any motivation that could possibly be left within me. Get your act together Ephraim. I hate your way of dealing with things. What in the hell is wrong with you.




