31/10/2019
Segunda parte:
it’s easy, you imagine, instinctual even: to fight relentlessly and incessantly. but the truth stays much more complex than the myopic view of someone that never had to worry about survival. the truth is, the tribulations we are dealt can make or break us, and it is not in our character to determine that. it’s in how we make do, and how, even after a thousand gut punches, we breathe and kick and scream and let this killing world that we won’t go down without a fight.
in the end there might be missing parts, scars, bruises, lingering gasps, and stains. but all those things are the hymns of our victories. without them, all the suffering endured is a futile speck in a tunnel of oblivion.
but darling, i made it here by some sort of weird, unexpected, marvelous, violent miracle.
and that’s what these are.
these are not ruins.
these are miracles.
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-de.verano y .hechizadora
