Finding the Light Within the Struggle

I was so deep in the mess I'd made, I started to wonder if the light at the end of the tunnel

was even real. I'd heard of this mystical thing that’s supposed to appear, but I was just working

in the dark, stumbling and getting distracted. I knew I had to harness my focus,

to keep trudging forward and conquer the hill of stress. For the longest time,

it was just a shimmer, a flicker, a faint glow. Then, the room got brighter.

The light finally showed its face—big, beautiful, and real. And that's when

I knew it wasn't the finish line. It was the signal to keep moving and never falter.