When The Going Gets Tough The Tough Gets Going

Let me tell you something. It is not easy growing up when your dad left you when you were young. He could not be there for meet-the-parents sessions in school anymore. Your pillar of strength. The captain of the family and source of income gone. Life was hard growing up as a kid in a harsh environment. Financial was always the issue. There were not enough bread and butter on the table. You starved in silence. You were on your own learning to be independent at such a tender age. The neighbourhood you grew up in reeked bad people. You know how it was like back then. You mixed with the wrong company and ended up doing really stupid things. You were a bright son but never really had the chance to shine. Every tattoo on your body tells a story. The scars and wounds from the past haunts you. Black history was written all over you. You never really had a sense of belonging at home. The outlanders whom you called brothers were the only family you really had. They had your back when mummy chased you out of the only shelter you seeked warmth and comfort from. Your flesh and blood was too ashamed to face you. You felt like crying but you cannot. You held back your tears because crying was for the weak. You were trained to be fierce and ruthless. There were piles of criminal records with your name stamped on every single file. They finally put you in a home. You were uncontrollable by far. Your rage and temper were inapprehensible. It was nasty. You had to go for anger management countless times. Life behind bars was not easy either. It was an eye-opener and a learning process with trades and lessons for survival you can never find out there. You build up your muscles and confronted your fears face on. You had to defend yourself from the drug addicts and big time gangsters. You learnt how to fight like a man. But you were only still a boy. You grew up and turned out fine now. Strong and brave but still unfulfilled and empty inside. You accomplished so much more then any other typical peeps your age. You look the part. The boy-next-door playing dumb and innocent but quietly and humbly deep down inside you had suffered and seen life from a totally whole new different perspective. The way not many pampered children had the privilege of experiencing. So when you feel miserable and you think that your life sucks... i say think again.