I carry the quiet curse of being alone and resilient. I’ve fallen so many times that the falls no longer frighten me — they simply tire me. There are moments when the weight of it all makes life feel hopeless, but lately I’ve begun to read those low points differently: not as punishments but as furnaces. Like iron forged in fire, I am shaped by the heat. Some people seem to glide through life untouched; others learn the hard lessons. As a Scorpio sun and moon, transformation is stitched into my story !! recurrent endings that become unexpected beginnings. The downs sharpen me, and the remakings remind me I can return, altered but intact. Sometimes I wonder: if nothing ever breaks, am I really living? The question is less a complaint and more a compass. I don’t crave pain, but I have come to accept that growth often arrives disguised as hardship. I am learning to meet my own endurance with tenderness, to let the forging do its work without losing myself in the flames.
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