2014... cant say Im sad to see you go. You are a lot like that kid in 7th grade who made it his lifes work to mess with me. He would flick my ears in class, trip me in the lunch room, and bully me at every chance. He was faster, stronger, and meaner than me, and he beat me mercilessly. You are that kid, 2014. But please note; I am still here, and he is gone. Because of him I became tough. I can absorb a tremendous amount of pain and never lose my smile. His hardest punch, dirtiest kick, and meanest trick left me with a smile and a joke. I became strong, I learned to survive, I learned to conquer a superior enemy, and to defend a weaker victim. I learned to triumph in the face of insurmountable odds. You are that kid, 2014. You have beat me, thrown your best punch, kicked me when I was down, and played your dirtiest tricks. And I am still here and stronger than ever before. I have a smile on my face, a song in my heart, and a joke on my tongue. Despite your best, I have beaten you. You are soon gone, and I remain. No, Im not sorry to see you go, but I am better for you. Some of the scars will last a lifetime; but they are trophies of a battle won. So long 2014; Ill think of you, remember you, and laugh at beating you at your own game. -Brock
Posted on: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 03:08:13 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015