• chaos2art_and_backagain 9w


    There are days that it takes all I have to sit up in my bed. 

    I feel as though I move like a sloth or snail.

    The problem is that they live their whole lives at that speed, but I don't have that luxury.       

    I watch as those around me climb mountains and run marathons without breaking a sweat. 

    I lay here wondering why I am like this, what is wrong with me?

    Then I am reminded that as a child crawling was a step to learning; 
    it was there to teach until we could stand, walk, and then run. 

    So as I drag myself through life on those days I chose to learn so that I might one day walk again.