sometimes we turn into butterflies, drift away from all the ties. pain helps us to separate love from hate, truth from lies. sort between those that quit, at every hardship, throw a fit, from those who give their whole, body and soul, to live life to the max, ignore all the facts, read between every line, not just reflect but shine.
tick for tack.
when you feel mortality’s curse, when life just can’t get worse, try to smile through your tears, cry through your laughter, and hope for a better after. fight the pain, be refreshed by the pounding rain, swim through your sorrow. death will come, but so will tomorrow.