You know it’s the taste of defeat that makes us stronger. It’s that “I don’t think you can do it” that makes us strive harder. Or maybe it’s the stars dangling just above our heads that make us reach. The spark inside us, that with passion, was fed. It’s the glorious smell of sweat, blood, and tears that we shed, every time we face our fears. Maybe it’s the thousand voices, that right now may only sound like one, that’s cheering you on.

I’m not sure what it is.

But I see it in your eyes,

Victory, it just feels so right.

(and yes, this is my first article for WHI.)

With much love, Laura.