Life is not a straight line—
it bends,
breaks,
pretends to be simple
while hiding storms in quiet days.
We learn while unlearning,
hold on while letting go,
smile through questions
that never ask for answers.
Joy arrives unannounced,
grief overstays its welcome,
and somewhere between both
we keep becoming.
Life is complex
not because it is cruel,
but because it refuses
to be just one thing
at a time.
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