We had a great time talking, exchanging ideas and thoughts. My friend and I agreed that we grow because we were given the opportunity to grow. Our choice was to either keep being miserable about the past situation we lived through, or accept the past, learn, and move on.

But even as hope died in Sam, or seemed to die, it was turned to a new strength. Sam’s plain hobbit-face grew stern, almost grim, as the will hardened in him, and he felt through all his limbs a thrill, as if he was turning into some creature of stone and steel that neither despair nor weariness nor endless barren miles could subdue.

The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien