There’s something admirable about struggle. It’s something so stressful and unpleasant, yet so beautiful. Perhaps it’s the fact that at the end of every struggle there is: a lesson learned & an ounce more of strength gained. Through my struggles, I’ve learned the importance and the value of life—-i learned to cherish it; I learned to smile through the downs, and to forgive..
I don’t think I’d ever trade any of the pain or struggles that I’ve experienced, for a life of perfection. If I had a life of perfection, I don’t think I’d learn anything. There would be no excitement of what was to come—-there would be no spontaneity. Sure there would be perfection, but then, there wouldn’t be any challenges.