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When everything fades: the noise, the people, the rush then what’s left behind is quieter, but truer.

It’s not always joy that remains. Sometimes, it’s lessons. Sometimes, it’s peace. Sometimes, it’s just the strength you didn’t know you had.

All that remains after the storm is the part of you that survived it. The one that still hopes, still feels, still dares to begin again.

And maybe that’s enough. Maybe that’s everything.