Fighting is exhausting. I suppose it was designed that way. But when you want and need something so badly, you throw your entire self into acquiring it, and you claw and scrape and crawl over shards of glass and hot coals and bad memories and self-doubt and peer way ahead over the mountains, into lush valleys, and that little sparkle in the distance prods you to keep going further and further and further until you collapse. At some point you have to realize the fight is too much, the path is too obstructed, and maybe it's just not meant to be. The universe is throwing all of those obstacles at you on purpose to stop you from doing the wrong thing, from making the wrong decision, from obsessing over the wrong goals. Sometimes it's ok to give up. Take a breath. Reevaluate. Recalculate and reimagine something different. It's when you accept defeat that magic happens. Wallow in it, let the disappointment sink into you then let it wash away. More roads appear before you, not just the one you tried so hard to travel down. Acceptance isn't failure, it's opportunity.
