Resolve.
I was not made to falter; weakness looks better on other men. And every time I hit the ground is just a chance to build my fortress walls anew. When my city crumbles, it does not mean that it will never thrive again. I refuse to listen to the protests of my insecurities that urge I quit while I'm afraid. They may be ferocious beasts, but I will not back down that easily. This time—I choose to live! I will not come undone. So what if I sometimes slip and sprain my resolve, .I know I'm not the only one. The moment has finally arrived where I stand and fight, and face my demons head on. I won't give up, I'll soldier on until I've crossed the finish line. I will stumble forward long after the race has been won. My late arrival to the ball is no reason to sulk backstage; the show must go on. I choose to live! I won't give in. My stubborn heart will not stop for anyone. I carry on, I am quite strong. The day has come for me ...