Striving forward

Sometimes I am so overwhelmed by life that I can barely move forward. It takes all of the energy that I can summon up just to make it through most days. But when I think that I can't go on, never take another step, thinking that I've endured all that I possibly am able to, somehow my spirit surges with a renewed strength. Far down inside of my eternal being is a place where my surviving self lives. It's a quiet place that holds that extra strength that I call on when I am beyond weary. Taking a deep breath, relaxing and letting go of whatever the stress is that weighs me down I push backs against the negativity that surrounds me.
Striving forward isn't an easy thing to do these days. We carry so much on our shoulders mostly knowing that there's no place to lay it all down at the end of our day. Deep down inside the belief that we can push back against all that weight is how we win our spirits back.
Strive to find the best in people, to see their goodness and look beyond that which is a negative force. All of that will only work to keep your soul heavy.Yes, I believe that always working to strive forward and bringing the hope of good, placing it at my feet will always win the day.
Is this an easy task? No, not in anyway, shape or form, but it is the better of solution. I would rather believe in my ability to strive forward than to think that the negative weight of the world will crush me. After all if I didn't believe in this idea I certainly wouldn't have live this long.
Once many years ago I was suppose to have died, but apparently that didn't happen. Even when the doctors kept telling that I would never survive my heart disease I was determined that God had saved me from death for his reasons alone. I never stop striving to move forward in my recovery.
That was 17 years ago, From where I sit, I look pretty good for a dead chick!! Now that's what I call striving forward.
Blessings are real, I should know, right?