Maybe it’s not the doors that open in our lives, but the doors that close that define us. That guide us. Because they force us to move on. Instead of thinking about what we lose, look at what we can gain.
Violence does not always take visible form, and not all wounds gush blood.
How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.
Surviving is important. Thriving is elegant.
You couldn’t relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole—like the world, or the person you loved.