Struggle

A struggle is unstoppable action and movement against a considerable force. It’s bone-crushing and back-breaking and relentless. There feels like there is no give, there is the perpetual weight and mass of the rock against your body as you heave desperately and achingly up the hill. It is the fragile butterfly working and shoving and pushing with all it’s might to break out of the confines of the cocoon. It is the destiny, the fulfilling of its purpose, that drives the squirming insect to commit to such violent effort.

Otherwise, without struggle there is capitulation, defined as surrendering unconditionally or to give up resistance. This is when the eyes go blank. This is when the roaring fire withers into ashes. This is when hope is lost and the rock consumes us. This is death.

The choice of struggle or death must be decided every second. I believe it is good to struggle. Growth is painful and pain is fear leaving your body. You like the struggle? The struggle is good? Yes, the struggle is good.