I think the beauty of humans is to keep, hoping to keep hoping when everything is going wrong, when the nights stretch longer than your strength, when the silence feels heavier than words, when people leave without goodbye, when your own heart feels tired of believing when nothing makes sense anymore, when you have every reason to give up. And maybe that's where the miracle of being human hides, even crushed under storms, even bruised by life, that spark refuses to die. It burns, fierce and relentless, daring us to rise, to fight, to believe that beyond the wreckage, something brighter, wilder, and unbelievably beautiful is waiting just for us. Even in the wreckage of yesterday, a stubborn light whispers that tomorrow can still be breathtaking.