With time, with every futile effort, and when you reach the end of one story- you learn to give up or give in to that emotion.
But is being constant the real challenge of today or growing up, accepting and changing? After the darkness, after you have laid down your randomness, it is then that the lesson becomes your aftermath.
Everyday I still struggle, and I know the struggle will keep on going.
Not Because, I am weak, But because 'then' was perfect and now, I have to make it better than perfect. Not a mean feat.