I’ve lived through things I would never have thought I was capable of and I’m much less afraid than I used to be. The process of wounding awakens us to our strength. It shuffles our values and the top priority is never what you thought it would be. It’s never about perfection or power. It always turns out to be about love, beauty and poetry. Knowing ourselves is to be vulnerable, and our time here to be limited. We’re freed to live more passionately and fully than we have ever before. To discover what’s worth fighting for and who we are. Real strength lies buried at the depths of any wound we have survived.