Persevere. The word I am most likely mumbling to myself right now, laying down in my bed and going through all the pain imaginable, maybe even blind, that is if I am not dead, in which case I genuinely hope my boyfriend cancels this scheduled post all together, since it could, well, get a bit awkward. There were plenty of times in my life where perseverance was required, more challenging than the one I am currently going through at the time this post is finally hitting the virtual shelves; sure, there are people who had to persevere more, and more, and more, but this is not an auction and, as some supermarkets would put it, in this case every little helps.
But this time around I feel like it will be all about just that: how to persevere through everything I have brought onto myself, without anyone to blame and anything to change?
I know I have talked about things to do when there is nothing… left to do anymore before. But to persevere is so much more than to simply learn how to live with the lack of control. Perseverance, at least in my book, kicks in when the circumstances are not only independent from our actions, but are there to actively harm us in one way or another. Great pain, obviously, comes to mind straight away, but one needs to persevere through traumas, and watching people we love wither away, and mind-numbing boredom, and war, and a great many other things, not all of them so grand or self-centred.
And as a self-proclaimed mistress of perseverance, although I do hope I will never have to test my skills in such dire conditions that far too many people face – let me tell you how one can get it done… somehow.
But remember: when you try to persevere, you won’t win. There are no winners in the land where the only price is remaining whole, somehow.