Life has no favorites.
It doesn't celebrate nor destroy.
It's the stage, not the play.
It's the season, not the train.
Fate plays —sometimes dirty,
sometimes brilliant—
but life only breathes.
It opens itself to everyone,
without asking for names,
without checking credentials.
There's no “my life” or “your life.”
Only paths.
Only rooms we sometimes share,
decorated with memories,
painted with tears,
furnished with dreams.
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“Because life doesn’t reward or punish. It simply lets you stay… if you’re still breathing.”