Somewhere along the way someone convinced me my best wasn’t good enough. So, I stopped trying so hard and found peace in defeat. I learned how to bleed. And when I thought life was through teaching me lessons, it showed me there’s no limit to suffering. It extends out beyond the horizon ...  further than i can run. It grows in the dark. It laughs when i weep, when I defeated, when i'm silent, even. I discover a level of depression so low that I have no choice but to isolate....

So much of myself needed untangling. 

But nothing scares me now.... Not even death. 

I shrug my shoulders over things that I have no control of ! 

Yup , somewhere along the way, I started winning again.... I no longer worry about losing coz i don't even try. All I do nowadays is let go.... For everything. 

Maybe that’s something to be proud of. I took my licks and lost plenty. But I'd still rather lose being myself, than win pretending to be someone else.