Thank you rain, for reminding me that life will never be easy.
Thank you mortality, for showing me that I can survive the things that scare me the most.
Thank you war, for teaching me the power of consequence.
Thank you failure, for making me stronger.
Thank you resentment, for filling me with fire.
Thank you tears, for reminding me that I’m still alive.
Thank you fear, for making me bold.
Thank you frailty, for humbling me.
Thank you disillusionment, for forcing me to challenge my beliefs.
Thank you conviction, for making the pain worth it.
Thank you imperfections, for never letting me be complacent.
Thank you insecurity, for helping me figure out who I am.
Thank you enemies, for giving me a reason to live my life to the fullest.
Thank you friend, for
Ink bled against white as North Korea stopped writing. He looked over his scribbles before scowling.
“Stupid China and his stupid ‘self-help’ tricks.”
He tore the page from his journal, balled the paper up, and threw it in the trash.
Based on this song.