Every part of me fights against the odds to survive the everyday reality; every single part of me, every little cell.
Some of them die daily, some of them are born every day, all to keep me alive and ready to tackle life with a new vigor, zeal and enthusiasm. And all I am is just a mosaic of those little brave soldiers. If they can, then surely I can; for the day they stop resurrecting, my life itself will be endangered.
We all live to fight another day, just like these little brave cells.