Cyn

Everyone has their own way of giving up. Some stop dressing well. Some lose desires they once swore were permanent. Some drop out of school. Others neglect their posture or drown themselves in sad music.
Some stop taking photos, stop dreaming, stop believing in love altogether. And it's wild, isn't it? How many people die at 25 but aren't buried until 70, not because their heart stopped, but because something inside them did, the spark,
the curiosity, the belief that life could still surprise them. If you're reading this, I hope you fight to keep that part alive, even if it's small, even if it's quiet, even if it flickers more than it shines,
because as long as a piece of you is still reaching, you're not gone. You're just waiting to come back to life.