Albert Camus once wrote, “Blessed are the hearts that can bend. They shall never be broken.”
But I wonder, if there’s no breaking, then there’s no struggle, and if there’s no struggle, then there’s no healing, and if there’s no healing, then there’s no learning. And we are a sum of all our experiences, of all of our learnings. So a broken heart is simply a part of life’s journey.
Yesterday I took a monumental step and got in contact with my Dad. For the first time in 6 years.
It felt scary. But it also felt good
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