Of all the kinds of pain in this world, only two major out the rest.

The kind of pain you give

And the kind of pain you take.

The way you give the pain, whether it be by venom laced daggers of hateful spite or blow after blow of condescending anger.

The way you take the pain, whether you crumple to your feet unable to make a sound, or you cry out desperately for help.

Pain is pain.

It takes a trooper to live with it, it takes a monster to give it, it takes an animal to both give and feel.

Tear away with your fangs, dig away with you claws, yell to the moon and back, never stop running, never stop trying. You protect what is yours, you give what you feel.

Take in all the vile, vulgar, and scornful words of hatred.

Take in all the punches, kicks, jabs, anything that may bruise you or break your bones.

Fight back, like a wolf.

Keep trying for what is yours.

Own the pain.

Just keep running until your feet are torn and bruised.

Just keep fighting until your knuckles burn from your sins.