Life does not move in a straight line.

It rises, it falls, it turns without warning.

The vicissitudes of life are not here to break us,

but to shape us quietly, in ways comfort never could.

What we lose teaches us detachment.

What we endure teaches us strength.

What we survive teaches us who we truly are.

In every shift, something is leaving,

and something wiser is taking its place.

So we do not resist the changing winds—

we learn to stand within them, steady and aware.