The Breaking Point

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. You are never promised it would be quick or simple. You can't give up, so you plow ahead into the muddy waters. With no compass, no guiding light you trudge into the abyss. Each step is a struggle as the muck tries to pull you down and your skin is pierced from the branches above. Your limbs ache with every move and your chest burns with every breath. The progress you make in comparison to the effort you have made makes you wish you had never ventured into the water, but it's to late. So you have a choice to give up and sink into the depths without a struggle or press on, in what seems like vain, hoping for firm ground.