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The moment I wanted to give up



I had reached that point where everything seemed to be collapsing on top of me. The weight of bad decisions, dreams fading away, and hopes that seemed to get lost in the wind. Everything that once pushed me to get up every morning was crumbling, like a sandcastle swept away by the tide.

The silence in my room was deafening, and although no one could see it, inside me a battle was raging that I wasn’t sure I could win. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the moments where I had failed, the opportunities I let slip away, and the goals that grew more distant, like shadows vanishing before me. I felt like I was walking in circles, trapped in a downward spiral. What was the point of moving forward? Why keep fighting if the end always seemed the same?

Tired, I let myself fall to the floor, covering my face with my hands. My tears fell silently as the feeling of defeat took hold of me. I wanted to give up. Physical and emotional exhaustion had drained my strength, making me feel like I was trapped in quicksand. The more I struggled, the deeper I sank.

But in the midst of that darkness, something happened. A memory broke through my thoughts. I remembered that time, when I was just a child, learning to ride a bike. I fell so many times that my knees ended up scraped and bleeding. And yet, every time I fell, I got back up. Back then, fear didn’t stop me. It was the thrill of moving forward, of feeling the wind on my face, that made me try again and again.

I opened my eyes. What had changed since then? Life had hit me hard, yes. But it had also taught me that falling was inevitable. What really defines a person is not how many times they fall, but how many times they choose to get back up.

With an effort that seemed impossible, I stood up. I didn’t know if I’d reach where I wanted to go, but I realized that what mattered wasn’t the destination, it was the act of moving forward. I wiped away my tears and took a deep breath. No matter how much it hurt, no matter how distant my dreams seemed, I promised myself I wouldn’t give up. Because true defeat wasn’t in failing, but in not trying anymore.

With each step, I felt the weight begin to lift. Maybe my scars wouldn’t disappear, but they would serve as a reminder that even in my darkest moments, I found the strength to see the light. And if I could stand up one more time, then I could keep going.

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