Anti-Hero

There is no perfect world.

You make the best of what you got.

Your dad said he doesn’t consider you a son? Your mom is hypocritical beyond mental comprehension? Your oldest brother is a patronizing elitist? Your second oldest brother hit you? Your third oldest brother is using you as a emotional punching bag because he senses your weakness and wants to bring you down to his level?

Big fucking deal.

You make do. You continue. You go.

Even if it’s Christmas, even if it’s your birthday, even if you’re the only one to give presents to everyone, you DO NOT hold it against them. Because nothing is perfect. Nothing is consistent. Nothing is permanent.

So you rely on your own tools that you’ve sharpened over the years. And sometimes those tools have a little rust and you’ve got to ease your way with using them, but in the end, it’s like a bike, you don’t ever forget.

You don’t feel sorry for yourself. You don’t pity yourself. You don’t wish for anything to get better: you go out and make things better.

Even in the face of harsh conditions threatening your progress, you persevere and you own up to your own creed. It will take days, weeks, months, maybe years. You will sway, you will bend, you will scar, but you will not break. Not yet.

Not yet.

It’s not your turn to break yet.

Why?
Why?

Because I’m strong enough to remain resilient. Because I’m tough enough to weather the storm. Because I know who I am and who I want to be.

Because I’m the motherfucking fox: that’s why.