Picture a childs punching bag. Not too hard so the child can not hurt themself while punching/kicking it. Then picture anthony mundine smashing his fist into the punching bag. But the punching bag does not break. Not yet. He continually punches the bag. Little by little the bag starts to break until it is completely destroyed.
I feel like that bag. I'm not going to say I have had the worse life imaginable and had nothing good happen at all, because I would be lying. But I have had more than my fair share of grief. And over the last couple of day's, it seems that everything that has happened has not been for the best. But, for the worst. I can't really think of anything really bad that has happened. But that is just when I look back on it. At the time it felt like it was the end of the world.
Mundine feels like life. And every one of his punches feels like something bad that has happen to me. It feels like he is about to throw the last punch. And soon I will fall to bits. I have tried everything I can to build back up my ego, but after every one of the punches, it slipps down a little bit more. And, after each punch, it is harder to regain control of my life, and it's harder to feel better about myself.
1 comment:
although your suffering a massive imbalance right now, the good will come, and its only going to come if you stay positive. so try keep an open mind in hope that theres a better day ahead of us.
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