Life is a cornucopia of struggle.
Like eggs to a cake.
Struggle is an immutable part of our lives.
No one cares about the burdens that we have to contend with.
Because suffering isn’t sexy, it isn’t glamorous, it isn’t noteworthy – we often are sentenced to suffer in silence.
And struggle – is a cold and lonely place with a vacancy for one.
While victory is met with euphoria, passion and tears of joy.
Struggle is often met with a blank stare and treated as if it is contagious.
When our struggles are bent on our destruction our cries for help are met with a demand that we get over it.
Because struggle annoys and drains those who bear witness to it.
Which requires many to adopt a belief, whether they believe it or not…
Who needs a cheerleadering section, when they only get in the way?
Smile hard, focus harder, because you’re in this…
We cry out and bemoan our fate.
However, there is glory in the struggle.
Because God doesn’t have to shout, when whispering is enough.
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