In what seems like a life of endless suffering,
We grieve.
We mourn.
We cry.
We feel sorry for ourselves.
We feel anger.
We all start from the bottom.
The world will always be against you,
Condemned to a life of suffering.
But in our suffering,
In our infinite time of need,
We are reborn.
Our experiences,
From the ugly to the beautiful,
Are what make us.
Only through these experiences do we learn to cope.
No one can prepare you for tragedy,
There are some things in life you will not be ready for,
But throughout experiencing them,
We learn,
Mortality.
After everything,
When we can accept what has happened,
When we can stand back and look from a distance,
Without feeling remorse,
Guilt,
Hatred,
Anger,
Sadness,
We can see how we have developed.
We can see the change.
We can see,
Strength,
The power to cope,
The power to live.
This is the product of suffering.
Character. Willpower. Desire.
