By the end of my 20s having come to a place where I can thank the Universe for the past eight years but pray to skip any such déjà vu in the future, I’m aware that the resilience I developed came with a price.
Or, more precisely, with a bunch of side-effects.Today, I have several options: to brush off the side-effects and imagine they don’t exist; to think of the side effects as ‘side-virtues’ stemming from the original virtue — resilience (nothing bad can stem from a good tree, right?); or honestly confront these pitfalls and stop them from distorting my future.To discover myself better, I can only go with the latter.
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