Get knocked down. Get back up and dust yourself off.
Get knocked down. Get back up and dust yourself off.
Get knocked down. Get back…
What do you do when you’re tired of getting up? You’re not giving up. You are just too tired to get up.
“You can do this. You’re the strongest person I know.”
I wish I had a dollar every time I heard that. I wouldn’t only be broke. I live paycheck to paycheck, and honestly, not even that. I also wouldn’t be nearly as far in debt as I am.
But I am broke. And I am drowning in debt.
I’ve got that “MAN UP” mentality. You know what I mean. You’re exhausted in a way that a coma wouldn’t even do you any good. But you’re being counted on. So, you get up (on autopilot), shower and get dressed (on autopilot), and go to work (on autopilot).
You stare at the haunting shell of a man you see in the mirror. You think, “When’s it going to be my turn?” When do I get a break!?!?” But the only thing “breaking” is a little more of you. Every. Single. Damn. Day.
The wife needs ______. “Don’t worry. I’ll find a way.”
The children need ______. “Don’t worry. I’ll find a way.”
“I can’t hide myself, I don’t expect you to understand
I just hope I can explain what it’s like to be a man
It’s a lonely road, and they don’t care ’bout what you know
It’s not ’bout how you feel, but what you provide inside that home.” (“To Be a Man” by Dax)
Wait, how did he get inside my head? How did he sum up what I’ve thought a million times so well?
I wish I had the answer, my friend. But I’m just as fucked up as you.
So, I get up. Shower and get dressed. Go to work. Come home. Rinse. Repeat.
