I’m 100% convinced that life begins again. after the goodbyes. after the plans that never happened. After losing people we thought would stay. After feeling lost. after questioning everything. After carrying things no one knew about. After becoming tired of simply surviving. Then, little by little, something shifts. Some days still hurt. Some memories still return. not everything gets explained or completely healed. But we learn to carry what happened without letting it consume us. We make peace with what we cannot change. We find reasons to keep moving. And maybe moving forward doesn’t mean forgetting the past. Maybe it means realizing there is still so much life beyond it.