There will come a day when we find our feelings mixed up in the dark. In that moment of desperate uncertainty, the last chance to hold our breath before the undertow, we may finally understand what weakness lives within us, maybe even strengths unknown. Whatever we find within us, who is us, we, who am I? Are we who we are because of these things, or despite them? Do they exist without us and more importantly, do we exist without them? I have fears, weakness, insecurities…they certainly exist and seem to be a bigger part of my existence than I would like to admit or allow. I know that because of these things, strength exists…as does weakness. However I choose to handle an attack of the will, I will know that I am. Whatever/whoever that may be.