what if life gets better?
hear me out. it seems rather doubtful, but maybe if we hold on and get through it all... it will get better. maybe the world wouldn't be so fucked up. maybe we could all live freely with smiles on our faces. maybe we wouldn't have to fear about what the universe has coming for the generation after ours, and the next, and the next.
what if we get better?
getting through it will be tough, and by the end of it, all of us will be inevitably worse for wear. the scars and injuries, physical or not, will still remain as some twisted version of a souvenir from our struggles. we shouldn't forget that we aren't alone, though. there are people all around us suffering as well, but they'll be willing to help us treat our wounds. and in return, we will heal theirs. not out of debt or obligation, but out of care.
every storm that comes also comes to an end.
a cliche thought, but maybe it holds a little bit of truth.