Life, Zoè for the Greeks, is a formidable force.
It seems empowered by a higher being, not of this world.
Life is resilient, and can outlive its purpose; it just stubbornly refuses to let go.
A flower hiding in the crevices of a rock, a fish in a murky pond, a fox scavenging in a city centre.
If life is menaced, it doesn't fight the enemy, but retreats to a more manageable position and hides in wait.
When fibromyalgia hits you, it starts gnawing your living energy, your stamina, your will.
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