The Wall

It stands before you, daunting and insurmountable. You begin to attack it using the weapons at your disposal. Your hands ache from punching it. Your feet throb from kicking it. Your fingernails bleed from scratching at it. But it is to no avail. The wall still stands in front of you, unyielding. There are those who will lay down in defeat. But those who don't give up will see that as the sun rises, there is a ray of light that shines through the wall. You look closer and see the wall is not one solid, impenetrable thing. It is made up of individual bricks held together by mortar. You hold on to that ray of light like it is hope and you begin again. Attacking the wall brick by brick. And when you walk over the rubble, having beaten the wall, is when you know the feeling of victory.