Life’s Potholes: Echoes of Resilience

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For every time I find things going my way, I find a ray of hope. Yet somehow, hurdles approach, and many things fall into a pothole, shattering into pieces, never getting back to how it was.

I weep for a while for what I have lost, but going with the flow is what I have been taught.

I keep moving forward because time never stops, and life goes on.

For if I’ll stand still for what I have lost, I’ll lose myself, dying half-wittedly over time for the things that were already long gone.