Some days it is hard enough to find the strength to get out of bed, let alone keep on being human. On other days, there is nothing as marvelous as being a human, experiencing all the joys and wonders the world has to offer.
Lately, all I want to do is cry, cry my heart out. But I know if I give in, if I start crying, there will be no way out. No way back. And, so I keep on going, stoically, with my head up, and my heart down, down in the mud.