The Fight

This isn't a poem really, it is just a passage of sorts. It does not rhyme, as it is not supposed to. It began as a journal entry, but I decided to post it here.

Life is made up of mistakes. Make mistakes, and learn from them. Imagine where you want to be in life and then fight like hell to get there. Life is all about the fight. You fight to grow up tough, you fight to win the heart of the one you love, you fight to make a family, you fight to make them happy, and then you fight to keep them safe. Fight to be able to look back at your life with pride when you close your eyes for the last time knowing that, in spite of all the tears and sorrow and mistakes, you fought like hell and won.

Author's Note

I hope this helps anyone out there who is fed up and at their wits end to be more enlightened.