Despite it all the suffering, the loss, the silence there are still mornings filled with light. A laugh shared. A stranger's kindness. The smell of earth after rain.
To exist is a miracle. A brutal, beautiful miracle.
We often forget the tenderness of being. The way a moment can soften even the hardest day. The way someone saying, "I'm glad you're here," can feel like salvation.
Do not rush through it. This strange, fleeting life. Let it touch you. Let it change you.
Even in darkness, there is warmth. Even in suffering, there is love.