That night

Maybe there’s a reason why your suicide attempt failed; maybe there’s a reason why, even though you don’t like it, you’re still alive. As someone who has been through terrible depression, I can tell you: you won’t get better in only a few months. It might take way, waaaaaaayyy longer than that. But though the night seems eternal, one day the sun will rise and your life will be bright like daylight. You know how much I fail? All. The. Time. But I am happy and everyday is a blessing for me. I take my failures as opportunities to learn and take a different direction. Success is not what you have accomplished, but the way you perceive your existence. One of my friends, Tony, is often seen as a failure by others: he plays the guitar in a metro and barely has enough money to live. Yet he loves his life and wouldn’t change anything to it. A failure isn’t someone who falls each time, but someone who has given up on life by doing what cannot be repaired. As long as you are alive, you are still fighting and, sooner or later, you will conquer the darkness. If I can do it, so can you. I am no better than you.