Big city

So you go through life confident of your bravery and and ability to accept change. You're excited about sailing on that ship and losing sight of the shore. Nothing's gonna stop you. And wham....you get a curve ball which throws you completely off guard. And you're not handling it well...panic, fear, helplessness take over. You get emotionally desperate and you just want something familiar to hold onto, but there's nothing in sight. You're alone in a fucking raging city that has chewed you dry and spat you out. The only thing you can grasp on is hope because that's all there is at this point. And you keep plugging away through the down time hoping that the next day will bring some answers to your cluttered mind. Because right now, it's filled with confusion. You're exhausted from wondering where the fuck you went wrong that landed you in this mess. But then there is hope that if you stay long enough with the discomfort it will pass just as it has in the past and it'll be another one of life's lessons you will learn from. This also shall pass.