This is eloquently written and describes a lot of my struggles with chronic illness.
We are not raised to accept failure. We are trained from birth to seek success, to define ourselves by success, to adapt and overcome, that there is always a path through to victory. This is how we are taught to deal with a world that we must overcome to succeed. It is good to teach the young that they must strive, for against anything but their wyrd they may triumph.
Note the caveat.
Wyrd weaves as it will, and against it even the gods may not stand. At the end of the first war, the goddess Frigg had seen her best loved son, Baldur, the shining one, at the forefront of every battle. First into battle, as he was ever first with a laugh, with a song, with a smile; his courage was as great as his heart and she lived in fear that his courage would lead to his…
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