You are not your body, not your appearance. Those are only your packaging. When the physical parts of you wear out, you live on, unencumbered by the weight of flesh and beauty. You are free to soar because you were never those things. You are something more, something eternal.

You have within you, something magical. It can’t be seen. It can only be felt from within. But it exists are surely as you exist. It is your spirit—your human spirit.

Pain and suffering are like weights and pushups to the human spirit—adversity only makes it stronger.

Your spirit does not shine when the sun shines and your life is comfortable. It shines when darkness swallows you and you cannot breathe for the strangle of fear. That’s when what was invisible becomes undeniable.

The human spirit carries a torch called hope.

The human spirit cannot be seen; neither can it be denied.