I’ve come too far, I can’t quit now.
I’m still in the middle of the battle.
But I am my own team. I was the one who cried my pillow at night and the same person that get myself up the next morning. Still thinking that life has always been about what we want to do and what we should do.
I’ve got bruises. I’ve been betrayed. One day, my sleepless nights will pay off. My homesickness will be worth it. I’ve survived heartaches and heartbreaks. I’ve made it this far. I can’t quit now.
My current little triumphs shouldn’t be a sign to pack up and leave, reminding myself that there’s still a bigger prize for me waiting at the finish line.
I can’t say I’m in the end but I’m on my way. While it’s easier to raise the red flag, the game goes on. It may not be easy, but to quit is more fatal.