Perhaps here, things will be different.
Only the strong survive
June 2, 2007The world does not take kindly to weaklings.
This is a thought that has lodged itself in my head for quite a long time now. In the chaotic order of the world we live in, all living creatures perish but the weak perish first and without much fanfare.
To grow one must stretch.
To be perfect we must be broken and reformed.
Perhaps these two lines will help me as I go along my life. I have accepted pain as an essential part of life, hardship as well.
Bring it on.
