Our reversals are never absolute
Even at the height of your agony, in the midst of utter despair, hope is given to you.
The flow and ebb of fortune has to be endured, despair not.
To throw away the fight, to run from your appointed destiny, is to be weak.
You are perfect even in your defeats, just as you were perfect in your victories.
Crossposted from my Many Selves blog.