It’s crazy how certain things can be so easy for one person and simultaneously so difficult for another. In that we often neglect to recognize the personal battles being faced by the people around us. Though this isn’t always negative, it is important to realize that the battles and victories you confront in the peanut gallery are just as (sometimes even more) important than those which you face in the limelight.
Some of the things I do on a regular basis are more important to me, I imagine, than anyone else. While others may see some aspects of my daily behavior as merely natural, I know that much of it is actually the result of a series of struggles I’ve had to gain courage to overcome. My life is largely a conglomerate of features born from unforeseeable blessings, honest-to-God difficult choices, and slow progress– much of which is birthed in the personal battles I fight that only God knows about. These are the battles largely shape and allow us to impact the external world.
Fight the good fight of letting goodness, truth, and beauty win over your own heart and be proud of yourself as you do.
And now here’s my poem about this–
Not everyone can tell because hard things are not always loud.
They’d never know the things you “sacrificed” to decide who you are & get her.
And your celebrations are completely free and frantic as you party with your audience of one.
His love for you and the things you do is deeper still than the unexplored depths of the sea.
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