What doesn’t kill you maims you, cripples you, leaves you weak, makes you whiny and full of yourself at the same time. The more pain, the more pompous you get. Whatever doesn’t kill you makes you incredibly annoying.
And I say to the world..
"You can give me pain, you can try to keep me down, but I will push through... I will push back! I will remain strong. I will beat you. Even when all has gone and left, I will be my own champion. And then there will be nothing to keep me from everything that's happy, pleasant, and peaceful. All what will be are only good. All what will remain are only all that's graceful. And I will be content. And I will be happy."