From the glorious day of my birth, pain was there in my mothers breath. I lived with pain at the center of my life. It has been in every sacrifice and everything great I have achieved and lost, a fate that we all share.
My only purpose in life was to find a way to coexist with intense pain, for warriors we’re told it’s what makes us grow and become stronger.
Pain to a warrior is considered a rite of passage. It is something we all who needs to become something than we have ever been must go through, it’s our destiny to endure it, it’s not a punishment or excuse to put your life on hold because someone caused it.
There is so much to live for beyond our horizon. Remember, it’s just a rite of passage, it never lasts like the strength and wisdom it will leave you with.