We're all proud people, overtly cautious. Always scared of hurting people, but even more so of hurting ourselves.
There's only so much pain and heartache you can take. After the fall, after every battle, you place your palms firmly on the ground, look up at the faces of those who taunt you and lift yourself up again. Then, glance at them again, their faces now horrified of such determination, such strength. Laugh a bit, lift your head up and walk right past them.
Then you start on a whole new adventure. Soul searching, self healing. Finding out who you really are, what you're course in life is.
It's scary but hold the hands of those who have offered you comfort.
Walk straight. The devil's temptation is all around you, walk straight.