Sometimes we get so used to carrying heavy stones that we forget our hands were made to hold flowers too. We grow accustomed to nights without stars, to days where silence presses down like a weight, and we convince ourselves this is all life has to offer. But just because you've learned to survive on scraps doesn't mean you don't deserve a feast. Just because you've been walking through shadows doesn't mean the sun has forgotten your name. Life has a way of testing us with thorns, but that doesn't cancel out the gardens that are still waiting ahead. You are not bound to scarcity simply because you've known it; you are not fated to loneliness simply because it has kept you company for so long. Even the hardest winters must give way to spring. Even the most battered heart is worthy of gentleness, of joy, of something bigger and softer than the world has shown so far. Somewhere in the vastness of the universe, maybe there's a kindness reserved just for you.