Brida

'I don't know how to continue,' said Brida. Her eyes were beginning to fill with tears.

'What are you good at?' asked the owner.

'Going after what I believe in.' That was the only possible reply; she spent her life in pursuit of what she believed in. The only problem was that she believed in something different every day.

When I close my eyes...

Why do I need to be honest with myself?
Why do I have to know my weaknesses?
Why can't I hide myself from myself?
Why do I have to believe that I can succeed?

Its suffocating sometimes.

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"Life, I believe, is not a country club where we forget the difficulties and anxieties. Life is the duty of confronting all of that within ourselves"
- Jerry Maguire
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I can stand up against the world... thats easy..
Why do I have to stand up against the part of me which keeps telling me that I won't be able to make it??
Why do I have hope?? I have it. Yes. But why??