I was born for the rough roads
To roam them
And to rule there
I was destined to go places
Even hell, cracked and cooked
I was built to master
The roads of rules and conventions
To their dead ends
And create new paths into the future
I was born to win
That’s why I count every loss as lessons
Thank you so much, Phil, for your uplifting comments. I deeply appreciate the time you took to read and comment.
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Yes, some of us are more durable and resilient than we ever could have imagined. Walking, running, and rolling through flames of trial without getting burned shows our levels of endurance and we come out even prepared an ready to face cracks that will never make us crumble!
I here what you’re saying and had to add genuine words of encouragement and inspiration from true experience.
My goodness! I nearly died of laughter upon seeing your comment. Janice, please, don’t kill me with laughter. I am going to no hell.
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