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We all have those days when we just feel like we’re done with the world.
I certainly do.
And I’m not saying I’m depressed or anything (just to avoid any jumping-to-conclusions). I’m a happy person. It’s just that, when all these little wrong things in our lives add up, it feels like there’s nothing left. And, most of the time, the one thing we blame is ourselves.
For instance, a while back, I received a really crappy grade on a math test. I know this is a small, insignificant thing, at least compared to all the stuff you hear on the radio and see on TV. But, in my eyes, it was a blow. Every year I start off with the determination that I’m actually going to do well in math (my weakest subject, obviously). And every test I get back proves otherwise. When I saw that grade, scrawled across the top of my paper, all I could think of were the hours I slaved in my room, dimly lit with the golden light of my table lamp, pouring over pages and pages of old homework. Hours of searching the internet, trying to find suitable sheets to practice with. Hours spent, for nothing.
And after that test, the whole day kinda sucked. Every time I thought of math, or numbers, my stomach dropped and all I could think of was, “You’re stupid.”
I gritted my teeth and ignored the menacing voice in my head. I forced myself to do every piece of homework we were given, to study well before the night before that of the test, to stay focused and be ready for class. Sometimes those strategies worked, other times they didn’t.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, no matter how big or small your problems are, keep your head up and don’t stop fighting. Like the Youtuber Superwoman once said: “There’s going to be a wrestling match, and you’re against a big, buff guy named LIFE. He’s going to knock you out, over and over again, but you just need to force yourself to stand up and do another round, because in the end, that’s what matters. That you got up and tried again.”
I certainly do.
And I’m not saying I’m depressed or anything (just to avoid any jumping-to-conclusions). I’m a happy person. It’s just that, when all these little wrong things in our lives add up, it feels like there’s nothing left. And, most of the time, the one thing we blame is ourselves.
For instance, a while back, I received a really crappy grade on a math test. I know this is a small, insignificant thing, at least compared to all the stuff you hear on the radio and see on TV. But, in my eyes, it was a blow. Every year I start off with the determination that I’m actually going to do well in math (my weakest subject, obviously). And every test I get back proves otherwise. When I saw that grade, scrawled across the top of my paper, all I could think of were the hours I slaved in my room, dimly lit with the golden light of my table lamp, pouring over pages and pages of old homework. Hours of searching the internet, trying to find suitable sheets to practice with. Hours spent, for nothing.
And after that test, the whole day kinda sucked. Every time I thought of math, or numbers, my stomach dropped and all I could think of was, “You’re stupid.”
I gritted my teeth and ignored the menacing voice in my head. I forced myself to do every piece of homework we were given, to study well before the night before that of the test, to stay focused and be ready for class. Sometimes those strategies worked, other times they didn’t.
I guess what I’m trying to say is, no matter how big or small your problems are, keep your head up and don’t stop fighting. Like the Youtuber Superwoman once said: “There’s going to be a wrestling match, and you’re against a big, buff guy named LIFE. He’s going to knock you out, over and over again, but you just need to force yourself to stand up and do another round, because in the end, that’s what matters. That you got up and tried again.”
