We don't have a choice in how, or when our bad days ​will blindside us, but what we do choose is how they leave us when they're done.

You can use those moments as a catalyst to spur you on to greater moments or you can let it be the event that breaks and leaves us shattered alone in the darkness.

That my friends is the curse of free will.

You can blame it all on the universe, or fate but in the end you and you alone, decide if you're​ going to stand there and let hell take you under, or if you're​ going to stand there in defiance of it all with your middle finger raised, shouting "give me your best shot motherfuckers" to a callous universe that doesn't care if you live or die.