Through all of my trials and tribulations, through the many times I’ve fallen and reached for a hand to help me back up to find that only empty space awaited me, I often found myself wondering what the purpose was. As a human being, as one tiny piece that makes up this sea of millions and millions of pieces of the world, I was never able to grasp why we were here, why we endure the pain and hardship that we must to make it through day to day motions.
Today, however, I came to an epiphany.
Life is meant to bruise and scathe you. We, as an entity, are meant to be pushed, pulled, and prodded- meant to reach our final destination scarred and battered. The very scars that we fear will forever render useless our notably less than perfect selves as human beings are the very defining art that add personalized character, that make each of us individualized and intriguing.
This battle is the only thing worth fighting for, for without it we would have nothing but open time and empty space.
