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There is something about hopelessness. I have held its hand so many times. I have felt that I take too long to change for my best. I have wondered whether I am even ambitious? I have concluded often that I am just floundering through life and that everyone else is doing great and have their lives in order while they laugh behind their hands at me, or worse, they see right through me. Then, to crown it all, just as I find the steps to receive a quarter of what everyone else seems to have effortlessly, even that seems too good for me. Yet I get up every day and find a glimmer of light. Some days the glimmer of light is created in my tears. This is what is meant to be alive, I tell myself, convincing myself that this deep pain inside of me that screams failure is not real. I am inside it perhaps, but light is also inside of me. I keep reminding myself. As long as I can think of something else, something more, something that can lead me out of despair, I am not down for the count.