Degraded and scorned.
Buried and forgotten.
Arisen.
Reborn.
I journeyed through hell; many lessons were learned.
I emerged from its depths neither blemished nor burned.
These scars upon my flesh are merely reminders adorned.
A vestige of what was but an earlier form.
unbroken isn’t a destination—it’s a flow state. We live, we hurt, we heal, we move on. Most times, we are strengthened by our losses and defeats. Other times, we are crippled by them. In those fateful moments when we are beaten beyond recognition or repair… we have to begin anew. I don’t know how many times I’ve broken in life, or how many times I’ve started from zero. I know I’ll face even greater challenges. Life has a funny way of drowning you in sorrow so you can learn how to be a better swimmer. I promise to keep trying if you do, too.
Quit tomorrow. Not today.
