It's hard to pretend to be strong when a lot of people are looking up to you --with some who wait for you to break down and shed a tear -- and with some who get their glimmer of hope from your sturdy image...
At some point, you will accept people either way because no one can remain in between especially if it involves the things that you have already invested in.
To be honest, it's frightening to be caught up in this situation wherein you are the stronghold --- that you don't have any anchor but yourself. And the moment that you let go, it's not only you who's gonna be carried away by the strong waves but also a lot of people who matter.
You should admit. A lot of times, you wanted to quit.
You wanted to bring down the walls and let the barbarians take what you have for the fact that you sometimes ask if those things really mattered.
But then, reality will strike you. You don't do the things that you do because you love doing it or you gain something from it. You just do because it was destined to be your own cross. Like it was the universe's plan to make you experience the pain of climbing up your own calvary.
