And now it only became heavier.
I am agitated. confused. Dazed. Down. Listless.
But I am trying to carry the cross no matter how heavy it has become.
And of all places, this receipt with this Post-it encouraging message was totally unexpected.
The cashier (name printed here) or the barista at CBTL Ortigas Park must have seen through what I have been going through (I came from two important meetings that day and really tired and hungry and I still have to work after), thus these encouraging words:
|This 5 pm lunch on August 19 came with this Post-it inspirational note: NEVER GIVE UP!|
Bless them for boosting my spirits that day.
The days are uncertain. I am scared. Scarred. Battered.
But the only way to get to where I need to is to NEVER GIVE UP.
I have to remind myself of such three words whenever bleakness envelopes me.
NEVER GIVE UP, Descovrir.
NEVER GIVE UP.
*Photo by me, is mine, in case you see it elsewhere.