Life did not arrive in the form we once drew in our childhood imagination; we thought it would be fairer, simpler, and closer to our dreams. Then time revealed its true face, and the days grew heavier, the experiences deeper, and certainty more fragile.
Yet this life, in all its complexity, remains a blessing that others were never granted to touch.
Amid loss and exhaustion, there is always something small worthy of gratitude something that gives the heart a reason to keep going.