“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen. When the cold rains kept on and killed the spring, it was as though a young person died for no reason.”

Ernest Hemingway

Well, the above certainly dashes enduring hope. The ‘light at the end of the tunnel’ would be smudged out with a tunnel collapse. I prefer to see the ebb and flow of nature’s seasons…to believe, in the end, we endure hardships, unfairness, confusion because somewhere, someone taught us our worth, the human’s capacities… others reached you with positive messages of strength and wisdom…it all combines to help us endure the unforeseen, the unplanned for. Yes, often again and again. 

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