Put simply, when I asked one person, “Do you wish you accomplished more?” He responded, “No, I wished I loved more.”
…ning one’s story not just one’s chapter. To look beyond skin. To love with eyes closed. Palms open. It’s no longer about the picket fence. Because we all know that shit has splinters.
That’s the paradox of resilience: to overcome adversity, you must rescue yourself first. Your mindset, not the event, defines if you will be ‘rescued’ or not.