Persistence has power—it can contribute to a better world, but it can also do the opposite, extracting value and coercing people without consent.

Numbers can topple buildings and spark change but can also reduce individuals to statistical fodder and data on a spreadsheet.

Without it, we gain nothing. Pain is love, creativity, compassion, and care. Without it, we gain nothing; we simply exist.

Discomfort can be a sign of, and a catalyst for change, a question that pokes and prods, tickling and shaking us awake, even when we would much rather still be asleep.

What does it mean to stay strong and carry on? What sort of strength do we need to maintain? Where does it come from? What does it look like?