"This too shall pass" Isn't it such a beautiful and cruel phrase? Isn't it strange how everything slowly slips through time, all the pain and happiness too? The heavy feeling in your chest tonight, the moment someone made you feel small, the quiet sadness you're carrying, it all feels so big right now. But days will pass, the sun will rise again, and one morning you will realize the weight is not as sharp anymore. Life has a gentle way of softening things while you are busy just getting through it. Yet the tender moments pass too. The day you laughed without thinking, the rare evening when your heart felt calm, the small seconds where you felt enough exactly as you are, they fade just as quietly. Nothing really stays, not the hurt, not the peace, not even the versions of us we once were. Maybe that is why life feels so delicate sometimes. We are always standing inside a moment that is slowly becoming a memory. But hidden inside this passing is a quiet kind of beauty, because if pain can leave, new light can arrive too. And somehow, even without noticing, you keep moving forward, still here, still feeling, still alive.