Hitting Rock Bottom

There's something beautiful about hitting rock bottom. Something amazing about finding that place where you can't go on anymore. There's something incredible about reaching the lowest point of your life. Your will, your passion, your desire to even take one more breathe is exhausted and you crumble. Your entire life falls apart and everything you've ever done, everything you ever were is now just ...pieces scattered on the ground. And in that moment, in that one life altering moment you have a choice. You can give up, allow yourself to be defined by those broken pieces, end it all and remain a constant in that place, never to be moved or changed again. Or in that awful, dreadful, lowly moment you can pick yourself up piece by piece, and mend yourself back together with your own tears. You can create deep within yourself a determination you never knew possible. And all those little pieces of sadness, regret, guilt, pain and suffering can be molded together to create a most beautiful and wonderful zest for life that far outweighs the struggle to get there. In that split second who you are and who you will become breaks through and your soul, vulnerable and pure is shown. And that is a very beautiful thing.