They say minor setbacks make for major comebacks, but nobody told me how hard it’d be to get over the hill in the first place.

This shit is hard and it doesn’t feel like it gets easier. I thought at some point it would. I guess that’s what I get for going over my pace.

But this isn’t a race unless it’s only a competition between me and me.

I see where I’m at now and there’s so many other places I’d rather be.

Like why is my heart as heavy as it was when I was just eighteen.

I keep telling myself I gotta keep it pushing but this chapter feels like a light that’s not capable of turning green.

I guess it’s time for the new season of life but I’m waiting on the season finale.

Should be easier for me now that I know I’m the issue so I guess it’s time to rally.