They say God never gives you more than you can handle, that god will never give you something you’re not equipped to deal with, that God never reaches your limits. While that might be true, it doesn’t stop God from creeping up the ladder of despair and gently caressing your limits without crossing them.

God, I am not your strongest soldier, don’t give me your hardest battles.

Why must life be so hard? Why must we feel like a pearl-white rabbit in a wolf den? Why must we be broken so many times, the scars pilling up, the mind shattered. My dream has been lost. The thread is broken.

Now I must go back home. The home I left after feeling like a madman, a crackpot. I took a leap of faith, I followed my crazy dream of becoming a doctor. It didn’t go over well. The money is gone, I’m in a foreign country and I must bring my whole life back again.

And I’m leaving baby. The love of my life. That is the hardest part. My heart will never recover.

This is life, an unpredictable and crazy mess that is just about impossible to handle. But regardless of what it throws at you, you must endure, you must survive so that, one day, better things may go your way. The bad moments of life are necessary to give meaning to the good ones, remember that.