“Anyone who cannot cope with life while he is alive needs one hand to ward off a little his despair over his fate...but with his other hand he can jot down what he sees among the ruins, for he sees different and more things than the others; after all, he is dead in his own lifetime and the real survivor.”  Franz Kafka

I cannot experience growth without pain and suffering.  I cannot fight what the universe wants to teach me.  I want to get my lessons in life.  I have lived and I have died in my lifetime, but out of this comes growth.  This is what I see in the broken pieces around me.