Worth it?

 “Value doesn’t decrease on someone’s inability to see it.”


When your gas light is on, mind is empty, and results are nonexistent, you begin to question if it’s worth it.


When things get hard, it is easiest to give in. You start to believe all of the people who said it’s not worth it. You start to believe yourself when you felt like you were wasting your time. You are ready to give it all up because of a couple minor setbacks. You are ready to ditch your dreams because somebody told you they aren’t worth it.


IF YOU WEREN’T GONNA FINISH, WHY EVEN START?


I ask myself this every day. My time is crunched and there are a ton of other things I want to do, and I spend time working on something that has not given tangible returns yet. I am throwing my effort into the ocean and hoping the current brings in exactly what I want some day. That’s what it feels like.


But I know it’s worth it. Here’s how.


My exploration has given me no physical returns, but it has brought me extraordinary treasures mentally and emotionally. It has given me somewhere to go when I feel like I have nowhere to turn to. It has given me a creative outlet that has made me a better thinker, writer and speaker. It has given me purpose. It has shown me progress. It has made me more productive.


Whenever I ask myself if it is worth it, I look back to day 1 and start reading. I still identify as that person, I still am him. But he is way further back than I am. That boy is lost, he is confused, he doesn’t know where he is going. But he started. And I am happy for him for that. I am years wiser than him despite hardly exceeding him in age. I am the person he would never imagine being in a year. 


That is more than worth it. The progress I have experienced has made every single day worth it. And the best part is I have documentation of it all.


I am starting to see the value that starting this had for me. I talk to other people who struggle through the same mental battles as I have. But they have not solved them. They still fight them everyday and wonder how to fix them. I tell them to keep track of what they are thinking everyday. They tell me that it seems crazy and it won’t help, but they try it.


After a few months, they have solved their problems. They figured out what they were feeling, and figured out how to solve it. It’s a magical thing.


I WAS UNAWARE WRITING COULD MEND ME MENTALLY.


But it did. 


Writing my own story made me realize that I can be a better version every single day. And I can prove it in my writing. It’s a beautiful progression to witness first hand and it’s so simple to do.


Is it worth it?


Most definitely.


Even when they are short, you still learn something.


You should write.


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Thank you for reading!


My goal is to inspire self-improvement in others through my personal stories and experiences.


This is The Exploration.

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