The human spirit is incredibly resilient.
Though they say hope is above all thing the most dangerous, as it gives the meek courage, the weak strength; yet its fragility is at the same time marvelously apparent, for the future is at its core, unpredictable. And when that delicate yet powerful gem breaks in desperate hours, with it explodes devastating shocks.
Yet we somehow live, because, as humans, we like to make sense of things. Because when we can reduce a situation down to the most understandable forms, the most explainable, we can endure the cruelty of its reality.
I’d like to pause sometimes, to think about what tomorrow holds. It’s exciting isn’t it? The possibility to move beyond the present, to welcome the next state of being. The next stage of our metamorphosis.
More than anything, at this very moment, I’d like to pop out of this cocoon and fall into the dubious hug of tomorrow.
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