A few weeks ago, I went on a trip with my high school orchestra to the Twin Cities of Minneapolis. However, before we had even left the parking lot, I had a complete wipeout off of the curb. I tripped, or fell, or went down somehow, and I just remember lying on the concrete for a second, thinking "Of course this would happen to me today", before getting right back up and dusting myself off.
Now, I don't mean to go making mountains out of molehills - taking a ten-second event and stretching it out into a soliloquy about my faith or my struggles or whatever topic I've drawn out of a hat. That's not to say that I am not going to.
For being only sixteen, I would say that I have had my fair share of struggles. I am choosing to not divulge those struggles, but believe me - they're there. However, I feel like if there's anything my parents have chosen to iron into my head is that no matter what happens, you get back up and continue to thrive despite your circumstances. You can depend on faith, friends, family, whatever it takes to get you through your struggles - but you should always get back up.
I try to apply this to as many situations as possible. If there's ever anything that shakes up my perspective - any kind of relationship struggles, some traumatic event, or I'm just struggling with school, I always try to have a recovering game plan. If I need to talk to someone, I do; If I need to talk to my counselor, I do.
I hope that whoever you are, whatever you're doing, I hope you remember - you can always get back up and find a way to succeed despite your struggles.
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