everything and nothing less

at 4.30-ish, during my interval training, at the last sprint, my last sprint, like a crazy-drunk woman as i already am. i shouted this, 

God i will not give up, that my happiness is not dependent on people's impression of me, the number of friends i have, the number of chats unopened, the grades i achieve, my income, my position in church. 

i told him that i will still go to theology school no matter what happens. i can come up with a million reasons to not go but still i will go.