Today we live.
Even if we feel we can't, we still will.
Because our story doesn't end here.
A tree can lay dormant when the winter feels long and the ground feels frozen.
Focus on what is happening beneath it.
It will always bloom, beautifully.
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Maybe the most beautiful part of becoming isn’t the blooming. It’s everything that happens in the dark before anyone knows you’re changing. Makes you wonder what’s quietly growing in the places we’ve stopped looking. I like the thought that winter doesn’t mean nothing is happening. Sometimes the deepest transformations are the ones nobody gets to see. Perhaps the question isn’t whether we’ll bloom again. It’s who gets close enough to notice what was growing in the dark all along.
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