The human spirit lives. Strives. And carries on.
Despite what the body tries to dictate.
It’s alive in the heart and the soul of all of us.
The body can be attacked and brutalized.
As can the spirit.
Body is fleeting.
But the spirit is fire. It is ice. It is solid. It is air. It is tangible but it cannot be grasped.
Our spirit is not dictated to. But it can be controlled by one. And only one.
Spirit can be inspired and inspiring.
My body is not who I am.
My spirit is all that I am.
My body is temporary.
Spirit is eternal.