And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.
— Haruki Murakami
Sailing from crisis to crisis
I wonder how I survive the rain
yet I’ve come through
and each storm builds my strength.
I’ve seen those
who seem to dissolve
when blown by harsh winds
tho I have leaned to thrive.
Some say “If I make it through this…”
I have no time for ifness
I must survive
for there are those who depend on me
so I’ll walk on scattered and torn
yet constantly ennobled
and will take whatever comes my way
searching for the sun
searching for the moon
and knowing I’ll see them again.
— G A Rosenberg
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