Life
Have you ever seen a little plant coming out the crack on the street?
That, my friends, is what you would call a survivor.
Every day, he has to endure abuse.
And yet he insists on living.
Strong like a bull, yet so small and fragile.
He lives each and every day hoping to become that beautiful tree across the street.
But as days pass, he has endured more pain than you and me.
For he wanted to be.
Yes, he wanted to be able to grow
He wanted to be able to live life to the fullest.
And to be able to do all of these things he had to endure all the painful steps.
He had to endure all the heavy raindrops that fell on his little green leaves.
He had to endure everything.
And even if one day he felt like life was toying with him.
Even if the soil begged him for water.
Even if the sun told him goodbye for the day.
He refused to stop growing, because when it rained he let all his problems wash away.
And that is what makes him a survivor.