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These times are hard, but I won’t walk away jaded, darker, different. I feel. I cry to heal. If you saw me in those moments, maybe you’d think I was a mess. But I don’t call it a mess. I call it strength.Real strength isn’t about building walls. Real strength is about staying open, no matter what. It’s about taking life—with all the pleasures that fade and all the pain that sticks around for too long—and not shutting down, not closing down, not building up those walls.Resilience isn’t hard, impenetrable, iron. Resilience is flexible, soft, warm. Stay strong. The real kind of strong. Don’t let your automatic mind reflexes make you jump away from pain and towards pleasure. Make choices. See clearly. And never, ever, stop feeling.Don’t go numb. The world, even with all its horror, is too beautiful to miss.
