On your greyest of days, I know where you go. You take refuge in the secret recesses of your soul. You defer all challenges to the strongest parts of yourself, the parts with the hidden arsenals. And I know that some days your strength is all that you think you have, and that you just want to rejoice in it – being strong. If only you were certain that you’ll make it out of this alive. But you’re not sure strength guarantees your survival.