It is hard, but still… we go on. It is heavy, but still… we carry it. It is uncertain, but still… we hope. It is painful, but still… we love again. Because somehow, deep down, we know - life doesn’t stop for the storms. And maybe that’s what makes it beautiful. It’s not always easy to wake up and try again when everything inside you wants to give up. But you still do - quietly, stubbornly, beautifully. You may not even realize it, but that’s courage. Not the loud, movie kind; the soft, everyday kind that says, "I’ll face today anyway.” It is confusing - when people you cared for drift away, when plans fall apart, when dreams take longer than they should. But still… you find small reasons to smile; a good song, a sunset, a message from someone who remembers. That’s life’s way of saying, “Keep going, you’re not done yet.” It is tiring to be the strong one all the time. To be the listener, the comforter, the one who understands while silently needing to be understood. But still… you ...