It is a prerequisite of life that we be subject to being deconstructed and left in shambles – it is a necessity so that our wreckage can serve as the foundation and launch pad that will empower us for liftoff to give glory and respect to that which we have triumphed over.
We have to suffer to grow, our moans are the tome for our soul. Nothing can be tendered without the currency of appreciation being paid first.
I suffer, I wrestling mightily with a multitude challenges – moving languidly because I feel as if the world is on my shoulders.
Simply put, life has mandated that my bill is due – I submit my payment and endure it with a begrudging sense of duty tinged with excitement.
Knowing that the product – the reward to be procured as a manifestation of the struggle, comes with interest.