#resilience

Imagine a seed that fell into a crack in a concrete wall. No soil. No care. Just a tiny dark space and a little rain. Everyone thought it would die. But the seed pushed. Day after day. Slowly. Quietly.

As we start to grow old the perception of strength changes due to circumstances. When I was at my youngest I believed that to be strong it is necessary never to ask for help or to give up. I thought that

I will be honest in this one, more honest than I usually am. The truth is, I have always felt more comfortable writing than talking. I am not the type who speaks a lot, so I write instead. It is where

When Life Is Hard, Move Your Body 🌍💪