Looks like suffering is the real furnace in which we are all thrown to be molded into realising our true potentials.
I remember every scar, every hardship and every gauntlet I've had to run.
I remember the bitterness, confusions and frustrations, how I sometimes succumbed, how on other occasions I knew deep inside that it was a passing phase.
But I also remember how I waited for these phases to end, they never did unless when I stopped waiting, looks like in waiting I'm judging Him.
But at the end of the day, I emerged out of this furnace battle-scarred and harder to break.
Like a pheonix rising out of the ashes, more potent than ever.
