Maybe one day, I figure it out. 

Maybe one day, it all makes sense.

Maybe one day, I look back and just laugh about this. 

Maybe one day I’ll be grateful I didn’t break at the pressure. 

What do you do until that one day comes? 

What do you do when you lose sleep worrying?

What do you do while you can’t feel a thing?

What do you do when you don’t know where to start?

This shit just isn’t easy. 

This shit isn’t for the weak. 

You have to be hungry for all this. 

You have to be ready to take some losses. 

You have to be ready for the shit you never got the chance to prepare for. 

You have to be ready to breakdown. 

Change is inevitable.

But why the hell is it so hard sometimes?

Buying so many books trying to find the right guide, but each one shares one secret different than the other. 

Now I dug myself into a deeper hole.

Maybe that’s the right thing to do? 

Maybe I’m supposed to dig deep enough to find my treasure. 

Maybe I don’t know what’s right for me.

Maybe I still have a shot.