It is only when you are beaten, bloody, broken, and brought to your knees when you finally learn whether you’re the type of person to grit your teeth and stand knowing fully that you will be beaten again but ready to shove back against adversity or if you are the person that accepts failure into your heart and curls up to die. I know I’d rather fight back until bone breaks upon bone until flesh rips open to drip rubies until  knuckles bleed and nerves scream to give up until my breath fails my ancient soul. Even in failure there is victory, when you know what you have deep down. Only then is there the opportunity to succeed. Darkness does not exist it is nearly a word to describe absence. Failure is but the lack of manifestation.