I grew up and out of what to you may seem a somewhat peculiar, tumultuous and difficult childhood, where I met many times with experiences that bruised my spirit. Of course, I had an ideal world in mind, but that world clashed hopelessly and irreconcilably with the reality of my life. As humbling as this all was, I don’t know why it works like this, friend. But it seems that we only learn to fly once we stop fearing falling; we only realize the value of our own heart once we have had it broken. Still, the recurring principle is this; no matter what we go through, we rise. And yes, at some point we stop surviving and start soaring, we start to realize that through our veins flows the blood of a warrior. It is at that very moment, the moment when we love ourselves that this world becomes beautiful again. It is at that very moment we finally feel that we belong. Life is all in that moment, the moment we begin to love ourselves. So, why not make life this moment? Choose to spread your wings and soar now…