That which doesn’t kill me, makes me think it simply decided not to, my strength or lack thereof having nothing whatsoever to do with it.
In with the good things [inhale], out with the good things [exhale] — since we all know the same pair of lungs handles both inhaling and exhaling.
This, too, shall pass, leaving me wishing it would’ve somehow just never shown up to begin with.
If you think about bad things, then only bad things can happen, and this makes me think of nothing but bad things.
Every cloud has a silver lining, silver being one notch below the elusive gold.