One day you’re 17 and planning for someday.
And then quietly and without you ever really noticing, someday is today.
And then someday is yesterday.
And this is your life.
Albert Camus once wrote,
‘Blessed are the hearts that can bend; they shall never be broken.’
But I wonder if there’s no breaking, then there’s no healing, and if there’s no healing, then there’s no learning.
And if there’s no learning, then there’s no struggle.
But the struggle is a part of life.
So must all hearts be broken?
