The Struggle Isn't Forever
There comes a time (I'm compelled to believe) in every person's life when we have to decide between a certain level of personal comfort and doing what's right. When we've knowingly partaken in an endeavor or cooperative undertaking that wasn't conducive to the betterment of our given situation. Endeavors that instead have perpetuated negatives, be they mental or physical.
There comes a time when the light shining through the dim, shining through the dark of apathy, is more than our awareness of this plight and our subdued desires to be washed clean of our struggles.
There comes a time when we know exactly what time it is on the clock - and the answer is NOW.
Not a minute earlier, nor a minute later.
But this.
Very. Moment.
In. Time.
