Every success begins with difficulty

So C, my ex, called me last night upon reading my previous entry. It was a call that offered (I think) comfort to whatever I am going through these days. Apparently, C has still been reading my blog entries. 

Anyway, it was kinda sweet, really, if only I was fully awake to understand what was being said to me on the phone. You see, I didn't get much rest the night before (M and I, and some of M's college friends, took on the challenge of downing tequila bottles despite early morning commitments, argh). Thus, last night, I was in bed really really early (as in 10pm early). So when I got the call, I was already droning while in dreamland.

Hence, I couldn't recall what C and I talked about. Haha. Kumusta naman yun? What I am sure of though is that it was a very short talk followed by a lot of "huh", "who's this again?", and "oo". Not to be snobbish but, oh well, such is the life of a person who talks while half asleep. Haha.

Early today, upon waking up, I saw a text message from C. It was a litany of how I can get through this and that "every success begins with difficulty" (or something to this effect, I mistakenly deleted the message, but thanks, C). I forwarded this to M (before I mistakenly deleted it) and, not surprisingly, M agreed. Hmm.. Now that's the only thing my ex and my present have in common aside from me. And I hope it stops there. Hehe..

But for what it's worth, I know they mean well. In fact, I have been trying to believe in that since I found myself in this predicament. But you see, undergoing this problem is not as easy. Despite telling myself that it will get better, somehow, waking up every morning on the verge of tears before leaving the house blurs the words and clarifies the difference. 

And often, I ask myself, is it worth it?

Is it?