Waves of life


When you're little no tells you how bad things get.

They don't tell you that you will face giant waves trying to pull you under.

When you're little everything is all fun and games.

You don't have to worry about giant waves attacking you when you least expect it.

As you get older the waves notice you and do everything they can to slow you down and make you drown.

For awhile you may fight against the Waves your and make way back to the surface.

But soon you get tired of feeling like your drowning.

you think about giving up and letting the waves drag you under.

Would drowning be better? Or should you fight until the storm passes because you know the sun shine will be such a sweet victory?

Some people drown against the waves of life while others choose to fight...

I'm one of the fighters.



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