a toast

I've realised that adversity plays a subtle, yet powerful role in shaping us.

It could be something that started back when we were children. Something small, a careless comment by a stranger that they have long forgotton, but for some unknown reason we still contintue to carry inside us.

Words that were meant to tear us down instead only awakened a fighting spirit. A spirit to prove itself.

So I guess in some ways, I guess I can be thankful for those hard times and harsh words. In some kind of warped way it brought out some of the best things in me.