Life is completed with its own contradiction. Just like the Rose and the Thorn... Elegance gains meaning not with its fragility, but when it is integrated with resistance. Every wound is a memory; every resistance is the mortar of a silently woven future. What is easy is like a temporary peace, a long sleep, which is comforting. However, what is difficult takes shape in the burdens carried together, in the pains shared. A person deepens as they are tested; Truth only finds an echo in the tongues of those who pay the price.