Where do you come from?

I come from sinners who came from saints. I come from a bottomless pit of angst, constantly filling me with nothing but bitterness and a new found sorrow for my once never so happy life. I come from a constant pain in my heart that only I may know and only I may cure. I come from the best people I know, who are consequently enough, the most dysfunctional I know as well. I come from a broken heart made by lies and deceit from a coward never worthy of my love, yet at the same time I would never change a moment of it's memories. I come from a home that knows no limits, no boundaries, no rules, no structure, and absolutely no motivation to be better, but to just settle, quit and accept mediocrity. I come from broken trust, broken promises, and lies stacked so high the first faint breath upon them could cause them to collapse. However, I also come from my own judgement and my lack of following crowds has helped me step outside of this all and really see things in my own perspective. I see that I am not like many around me, nor do I think, act, or feel the way others around me may. I have developed my own piece of mind and have become truly unique. The downfall is that sometimes I lose myself. Sometimes my anguish becomes so unbearable that I just...

Sometime it's easier to give up, to tap out and say I quit. But, is that what you really want, knowing you could have gone further and didn't? Knowing you gave up because...you couldn't find it in you to persevere through a little pain, push through some brick walls? Are we so inferior that we can't just realize our strength and give it our all. Many times it is easier said than done. Some of us can't find that fight in us, we wait around and expect things to come to us...Expect to win on some others terms. What we don't realize is that it's not about anything or anyone else but ourselves. It's about what we really want for ourselves, not what "they" want for us. How content would you be knowing you gave up even though you didn't want to? How proud would you be saying you only gave part of yourself to finish and not your all.

Maybe I can't see this in myself...Maybe it took me till now to finally realize I really need to take my own advice ;]

Or maybe, it's just me writing again...

"The purpose of life is a life of purpose."