We don’t get out of this life alive.
We don’t get out unharmed or without any scars.
Every day is a fight.
We lose people.
We lose ourselves.
We get lost and end up in places we never imagined.
But still, we march on.
We don’t stop.
Because stopping means giving up, and we’re not giving up.
We keep fighting every single day.
No matter how broken, bruised, or bloodied we are, we still march on.
Because some days we win.
Some days, we don’t lose people.
Sometimes, we find ourselves.
Some days, we crush fear.
Some days, after a long, hard struggle, we end up on top of the mountain.