As this week encroaches, I am quickly realizing that I am having to grow up. One would think that by this time in college I would have learned that being in college means growing up. But now that I am faced with an incredibly difficult week I am quickly finding out that I am on my own. My mother is not here to help me pick out my schedule. My dad is not here to make sure that I am alright with my incredibly bad day. I am on my own.
With this realization came a sort of comfort. I am finding out who I am. How I am suppose to deal with these trials and tribulations in my own way. This coming week is proving to be one that will rival all of the other bad weeks from my past. But I am alright with it, because I know that I have my faith.
Going through rough times only makes you stronger, so they say. But maybe its the path between rough times and the good times that make you stronger. I do not believe that a person's strength comes simply from the bad times. I believe that strength comes from knowing (during the bad times) that the good times are not so far away.
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I completely agree. It's the bad times that let you know how great the good times are, and vice versa.
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