What Does Giving Up Look Like?
Only you get to define it.
Sometimes it’s loud.
Sometimes it’s silent.
Sometimes it’s walking away and never returning.
I lived a life trying to please others—
Trying to keep the peace,
Trying to be good enough to fit into the mould.
But that very mould no longer lives in my alignment.
Negativity drains me.
Anger meets the mirror inside me.
Fear echoes within.
Sadness and unspoken emotions speak through silence.
But giving up?
Giving up has never been in my vocabulary.
I ask myself daily:
Why would I want to give up?
There is beauty in everything.
Maybe I’ve found the true abundance of life—
The absolute gratitude of simply being alive.
It’s a once-off subscription.
And I choose to renew it every day.
Giving up means I’ve lost faith in myself.
And if I don’t believe in me,
How can I expect God’s faith to move through my life?
Jesus didn’t leave us a physical gift.
He left us resurrection.
A reminder:
We are eternal.
We are spirit.
We are light.
We preach it.
But do we live it?
Hell isn’t just fire.
Hell is forgetting your own light.
Hell is giving your essence away to anger, pain, and wounds.
Hell is the absence of empathy.
The absence of love.
The absence of pause.
You can choose judgment.
Or you can choose joy.
You can choose guilt.
Or you can choose grace.
I’ve lived in the dark.
I built my life on guilt.
And I gained nothing.
Until I chose to rise.
To reclaim my light.
To speak my truth.
To be love.
So if you’re in hell—
Let this be your resurrection.
© Liza | Soul Reflections in Divine Light™
