My name is Vilja. In english that is the direct translation of "will" (as in willpower).
I'm not the person that make it to the finish line every time I decide to do something. And I'm definitely not the first person to cross it when I finally spot something that looks like a finish line. I rather tend to be the person that stumbles and fall through the whole race. But I guess I'm also that person that always get back on my feet, no matter how many wounds the fall get me. Because in some way, my survival instinct is its own kind of winner in every race. Every time.
Even at days when everything feel absolutely pointless, and I just want to break down and cry. Give up. Quit. When I just want to scream to the world; "Is this what you want from me? To give up? To just lay down and rot? To lose the race?". Laying there on the ground, feeling the pain. That's when the survival instinct kicks in. Tells me to choose a different direction.
I may not win the race I started to run in, but that doesn't mean I have to lose. Or even cross the finish line. I just have to get back up on my feet and choose a new angle. Trick the world. Laugh back. Because somewhere, sometime, I'll find a finish line that is mine to cross. And I'm going to be first. The winner.
Because i never quit. No matter how difficult it is, I always get back up.
Because I am willpower.
Foto: Linnea Weibull