There is something about struggle, the kind of beauty it has, there is something about it. The people who are endeavouring do not usually take out the time to see the beauty in it. How many words can describe magic? Furthermore, how many words can describe miracles? The fact that you are struggling and still alive is something to be proud of. You are a miracle. You are beautiful. Yours is the magic.
Do not forswear darling, someday you are going to rise above like the Phoenix, and damn, you have got to carry on and persist and live for that day. The day your struggle will be over, that day, you feel like you are on top of the whole world and you would not be able to stop laughing about the mere fact that you survived and succeeded.
Rumble, stay wild, sweat, grow, go vagabond, drift with the clouds, beam with the rainbows, walk with the rain, listen to the trees, it is all art.
Live with passion. Always.