Time may weather the walls, but we are the green that climbs. We are the vine that refuses to vanish. We stretch toward light, even through decay. Let the cracks remind us: resilience isnāt polishedāitās wild, rooted, and rising.
This week, may we grow where no one expected us to. May we soften what time tried to harden. May we never forgetāwe are still here. And we are still becoming.