This year, it seems, is designed to test me, to push me to my limits, to make me fight like I've never fought before. And as I try to recuperate from the last blow that knocked me off my feat, I discover an emotion I never knew existed. There is no name for it, no real way to describe it. It's just there, filling every pore of my body. It's not a bad feeling, mind you. It transcends the trivial definitons of good or bad, and it leaves little room for interpretation. It's overwhelming, but if I could wish for anything right now, I'd wish for this emotion to be present my entire life. Because if it is, then I'll always be sure that I'm still fighting, that I'm still alive.
He is different now, for sure. Not only on the outside, but on the inside as well. He struggled, he endured, and he rose above. Now all that is left to do, is wait. Wait for the future to unfold and for circumstances to unwind. Patience has never been his virtue, yet he realises that this time he doesn't have a choice. He just has to remember to breathe. It really is that simple. Just breathe.
