Sometimes we fall
No matter what happens, the future will be littered with pain and disappointment. Our job is simply to soldier on when the wind blows harder than we've ever felt. When the rain falls, and when the lightning strikes while we shiver in a dark room, it's always somewhere within us... The ability to go on. The strength to carry on. The will to live when the very blood that keeps us alive is pouring from every wound like a river down a mountain. When is it that the humans will to live, gives out? What do we become when we loose the will to live, but continue to exist? How are we able to look our fear in the eye and defeat it when all other times we have failed. What is human courage made of, and where do we store it? What is passion? Do we all have it?
No matter what comes my way, I will face my fear, with faith in my heart, and love around me.
I will soldier on through the storm, and when the clouds part, I will be the stronger for it.
No matter what comes my way, I will face my fear, with faith in my heart, and love around me.
I will soldier on through the storm, and when the clouds part, I will be the stronger for it.