This is specially dedicated to everyone who in spite of life, still live.
Those who in spite of their flaws, still find their claws holding onto their fragments of imperfection.
This is dedicated to those with hearts so full, mouths stare in shock at how a smile broke through the walls put up by a frown and a scowl.
This is dedicated to everyone who strives daily, thriving; with their faith hanging on a thin thread, hope.
This is dedicated to those whose nights are a reminder of their almost empty days and their dreams of the wake-up call to live, anew.
This is dedicated to everyone who hurts deeply, for the loss of a dear one, from the wounds of a stabbed heart, from the pain of the broken back.
This is for everyone with questions, with dreams high enough to touch the peak of palm trees and flying birds.
This is for everyone with plans, strategies and set goals, yet, held back by this, that and many more.
This is to the mother, to the father, to the sisters, brothers, uncles, aunts, husbands, wives, children, nieces, nephews, friends, crony and those connected either by blood or by bond, we are all here, for each, for one, for ourselves.
It may be hard, it may be bitter, it may be dragging, it may be painstakingly slow, it may bleed; this too like all others shall pass and on to greater heights we shall rise, albeit, every height carries each own cross, fears, battles, and worries, but graciously, we shall bear them, for, with them, we have built stronger backs.
Mention someone you wish to encourage.
Mention anyone you appreciate their hustle.
Mention everyone you wish greater heights with stronger backs.
We are in this together.
I am in this too with everyone, and yes, I need stronger backs too.