The day you can’t stand it anymore you won’t have to
I’m here.
I’m not dead.
That alone is proof—undeniable—that I’ve withstood every obstacle I’ve ever faced.
I’m not getting out of this life alive.
And when I die, I won’t have to stand it anymore.
So none of it will matter then.
It matters now.
And I’m still standing.
“I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.”
— Maya Angelou