Standing My Ground

A funny, sort of horrible, thing has happened to me in the last few weeks, and it does not really matter what it is, but more, what it has done for me.

I like to think, especially now, as I drive with full steam into adulthood, that I have a pretty good handle on who I am, and what I value. Occasionally of course, that comes into question. In these last two or so weeks, it has become very clear to me though, that while questions may arise, it only remains important that I stick to my guns.

After all, people can think whatever they want of me, and I haven't a single ounce of control over it. I am though, completely in control of what I think of me, and who and what I put value on in my own life.

And while this is all very metaphorical, philosophical, and borderline sappy-pappy, I truly believe that if you haven't a clue who you are, what you stand for, or equally importantly, what you won't stand for,  you are going to get stomped on and dragged through every bit of mud.

It's not simple. Certainly not. But if nothing else, this...ordeal, so to speak, has taught me it is completely worth the struggle. It is completely worth those mental pulls and tugs, to get to a point where you are completely able to stand on your own two feet, and moreover, remain standing in a storm.

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