What does not kill me makes me stronger. When something hurts me, I have
two choices: I can let myself drown in my angst and my misery and
generally be a whining little baby, or I can rage against what hurts me
and eliminate it so it can never hurt me again.

Personally, I would rather feel rage and let the conflict inside of me
burn away the imperfections that might cause others to pity me like a
sick, weak child. Strife breeds growth.

Rise up again what hurts you and destroy it. But don't ever give in.

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Slyphian, in the year 138 MA.