Bonded as one, still, withdrawn, stoic. Cast into a swaddle of worry, mistrust, and fear. Unidentifiable as it blends into the mosaic of life.
Constantly fighting the urge to evolve, to spring into new life, new surroundings where familiarity sheds itself to birth a new reality, a new norm.
Butterfly, resistance to change is inevitable. But change is beautiful. With it, we adapt, we grow, we inspire, we transform.
Embrace the resistance.
