I loved running in high school. On the high school stadium there were 2 small walls near the running track. We started running 15 colleagues, after the first wall remaind 10, after the second one remaind 7. The teacher was older and was usually distracted by someone.
Instead of us running 2 laps we usually ran one or half,there were a few colleagues that ran all the laps.
The best part he didn't suspect a thing. :beaming_face_with_smiling_eyes:
There is a Japanese practice called kintsugi (repairing with gold). It is a metaphor that can also be used for broken hearts.
By breaking, an object takes on new life through the fracture lines, which becomes even more valuable, thanks to its scars.
These scars are unique, precious. As with objects, even the wounded heart self-healing, shines with new light, different traces that shine with new light become unique, meaning that what is inside it is a precious asset. :)