And maybe this knowledge, right here, is magic. Maybe this is a shard of something precious. Look up, look up, there is sky here that is a shade of blue I had forgotten even existed. There are still sad things in this city, just like there are sad things in any city anywhere, but if you can find something that makes you strong enough, then you can begin to see that on the other side of every sad thing, there is a happy thing waiting to see the light of day. And if you turn your palms over to face the sky, if you accept that sometimes you are a fighter and sometimes you are not, and that it’s okay sometimes to just lay down your sword and understand that not every battle can be fought and won, then maybe you will realise that sometimes the hard things are only hard because you are holding them so tightly in your fist that you forget how soft they actually are.
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