When everything feels sad. Or harder than it should. When the things you love seem to be in flux. When you’re dancing with precariousness every step of the way.
It’s a testament. To how much you care. How much you love. How much it matters.
It’s not a sentencing that it’s hard. It’s not the final state. It’s a place along the way. One that will pass.
Hard means you give a damn. And as long as you don’t lose that you’ll be alright.
