It feels like a precious wound, like a heartbreak you won’t let go of because it hurts too good…We all want things to stay the same. We settle for living in misery because we’re afraid of change, of things crumbling to ruins.
Then I looked around this place, at the chaos its endured; the way its been adapted, burned, pillaged and then found a way to build itself back up again, and I was reassured. Maybe my life hasn’t been so chaotic, its just the world that is and the only real trap is getting attached to any of it.
Ruin is a gift. Ruin IS the road to transformation.