Grit.

I think we all remember those grade school days when no problem couldn't be solved without a good solid cry and a hug from mommy followed by your favourite snack that magically appears before you.Somegow you knew ,you always knew, that with mom n dad around to talk to no worry would weigh on your mind for long,no situation was too hard to resolve.

Growing up definetly has some major stinkers but nothing is as heart-breaking as realising that your parents can't make your troubles vanish anymore. They are not forgotten with a peck on the cheek and all the reassurances in the world or even an extra serving of dessert. Nope, your parents learn to stand painfully helpless while they watch you day after day fight those inner demons yourself .Sure they can help comfort you and assure you insistently that everything will be alright but that last bit of wisdom, understanding and hope required to help you get through has only one source, yourself.

I'd like to think some good comes out of this ,its too depressing to think of otherwise and I wouldn't see any point to me writing this.So heres an attempt at finding that silver lining.Some how from that first wobbly flight from our parents comfy nest we find our true innerselves. We find out that our soul is ridiculously stubborn to be happy and go on with hope, we don't give up on ourselves ever, there is always a little voice n our head telling us to throw off the covers get dressed and live our lives the best way we can ,that is with a smile on our face.Adversity helps us discover what we're really made of, how long we can hold on and I believe it is this knowledge of ourselves that is our greatest power.

Troubles most certainly grow as you do the same ,but what every human being knows which helps him cope or prepare for the worst is that he doesn't have to depend on the soft cooing and hugs anymore (although they do help and are completely welcome!), he has all he needs, himself and God.