You come home feeling down, and you tell yourself that’s just the last straw. You cannot take this pain when they put you beneath their feet. Your self-esteem is wrecked and all you want to do is lie in bed, bury your face under your favourite pillow and tell yourself you’re not worth it. You cry and your pillow is soaking wet. You fall asleep and you find yourself awake the next morning, staring at the ceiling while the sun rays bathe the room. You wake up and drag yourself to the washroom. You freshen up and pack your bag. You leave for the day. You kiss your mother goodbye and wave at her as she watches you from the window. You walk to your destination, a place where you had longed to reach. You think about the struggles you went through and the internal victories you acquired. The people who have come and left did not let you move away from the path you had set your eyes on. And now you are going to that place without any form of resistance. You realise that no one ever appreciates the past that produced your present and no one will ever, apart from yourself. No one will bother to ask. But you know what it took to achieve what you wanted. Look back at yourself and look at yourself now. What do you see?
I see a strong, independent individual who has learnt the struggles of life and is not afraid to fall again. The fallacy of hard work is real as ever but you have surpassed the boundaries and put your flag on what you rightfully deserve. You only have yourself to congratulate.
Enough said. You are worth far more than the jewel in their closet.