If growing up is likened to the process of metamorphosis, then is it inevitably painful? Yet moments of joy it could lend, for that hope of taking flight.
How does one grow and not be resentful?
How does one work towards taking flight while not losing sight of what matters?
How does one learn to bear with the pains long enough to see the fruits of the process?
When the night turns dark, how does one find strength for renewal?
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Grace? How does one display grace?
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