Get By, Goodbye.

Tomorrow, it's surprises;

To lead;

Where then, is the line drawn? That we absolve ourselves from the weighty responsibility, to say that all means had been exhausted, that the situation, escalated beyond individual control. One bar, brother. Some choose to say, "just" one bar.

To overcome;

Our fears, our paranoia. The very parasite that lives within our heads, and tells us that "we're just not good enough", that we are not competent, nor do we fit the bill that we are expected to deliver.

And excel we must. Not a "could", but a "must".

It is our choice to choose to be thankful, it is our choice to choose to rejoice at the silver lining in the dark clouds during the storm. It is our choice to smile.

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Everybody's got a dark side, do you love me, can you love mine?

(Dark Side - Kelly Clarkson)