My Inspirational Life

In the dark room I was standing on my knees. Tears were streaming down my cheeks never stopping. I clenched my fists and whispered:

I am strong. I am happy. I will succeed. I will be able to do anything. Through these tears I will grow stronger. I will succeed. I am strong. I am strong.

I kept telling this to myself in a breaking whisper. I have been bitterly crying that night.
This scene comes to my mind again and again - or does it ever leaves me?

That, I think, is an inspirational story. My story.
I can find inspiration in my own life. I am the source of it, am I not?

"Know yourself" sticky-note is on my wall since the end of last week.
I want to go on a self-realization trip. I have been planning going home from the University a pied (French for "on foot"). That's a pretty long journey. But now it is so cold that I am literally horrified of that opportunity. So, once it is warm enough for me to breath freely outside the house, I guess I will consider taking the challenge. Or in summer, after I pass all the exams for the next year. It seems so long, but I know that "time waits for no-one" and I will be surprised again at how calmly the days flow by.