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There are times where I feel so… trapped. Is it the circumstances that made me this way or me that made the circumstances? I often wonder if I were more of a risk taker if I would be in a better place. Or would I be lost in the streets fighting for my next meal. As a diabetic from practically birth I really had no choice but to rely on something. If I did not get my insulin I could die a miserable death. But with this reliance have I really ever lived? I shake my head because I am prideful and yet so afraid of letting go of the resources I have in my grasp. I almost hate myself for being so fearful and weak. I have been through hell and took it on with a smile and laughter in my heart for I knew that it was not my fate to stay there. But yet here I dwell. I am full of misery and despair hating my situation yet overwhelmed by my options of struggle before me. Damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Tis a humbling life to always need a helping hand.

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Sometimes the walls we build are stronger than the ones that people erect around us.  These walls protect us and insulate us from the world.  From pain, from hurt, from failure.  Sometimes it's good to break down those walls and live outside of your comfort zone, but to do that you need to open yourself up to the possibility of losing, of being hurt, of failing.  Is it worth it?  Maybe.  It can be.  There's the difference between just being alive and truly living.  But safe is also comfortable.  Not everyone needs to be challenged.  Live as you choose, but without regrets.

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