Every single day, He tests me.
He brings out things from the deepest depths of me, which I didn’t even know existed: good and bad.
Sometimes it’s such a struggle – the struggle with yourself. But there’s one thing I must always keep in mind: blessed are the ones who struggle.
For even the trees must lose their leaves before they blossom again.
And even the phoenix must burn before it rises from the ashes again.
And so, even I must die, albeit every single day, so that I too, may live again.