What kills one, makes one stronger - after all the deaths one suffers...

In the ashes of the past, between the smoke of the burning cigarettes, in the darkness of the night – the senses sharpen, the perception of the world becomes acute… What really makes one rise again and move on? What makes one the new person who carries no burden from before? And how can one wake up and admire the beauty of the day after all the battles one has lost? In the end of the day all that noise (the terrible perturbing buzz of shallow, humble thoughts) does not matter because what kills one makes one stronger! The reflections in the mirror are distorted and what once brought delight is gone. But failure is not an option, denial is not an escape. The thoughts are not going go away unless one decides to live. All the shit will linger but today’s shit is no longer the shit of tomorrow for one should look with different eyes. Once the dirt is gone, after all the deaths one suffers, the day will come to breathe again, to inhale the splendor of tonight.