Going downhill

It’s much easier than going uphill for sure. One day you have it all the next, poof. You could enjoy going uphill, for some sadistic-masochistic reason. But going downhill? you could tumble down for all you care. Recently experienced this one too. Took us 1/3 of the time it took us to go up. Zero breaks.

This isn’t even about the hills. How many times do you just not choose to go downhill? How many times do you just look at your mirror and think to yourself… this is just not something I wanna do. I believe it’s a choice. But that’s just me, a husk with no urges. All it takes is to make a choice. A choice which pushes you upwards. You still gotta go. It’s just the place is gonna be better than to just go down. Anyone can go down. Taking the privilege and elevating, now that’s something to strive for. Some people just cannot go up.

There might be a certain societal pressure to going in an upwards direction. Maybe we all wanna strive for good. But, damn, is it so much easier to go down.

I’ve made some decisions tonight. I do not wanna go down. I will do my best. I will not always succeed. I love you all.