Life refined this person as hard as iron.
Life does not mold people with words of consolation.
But it's polished with repeated disappointment.
Like iron that must be burned.
Smashed
Burned
Until it's hard enough to be your own weapon.
In the past, we used to be the ones waiting.
Waiting for people to understand
Wait for the opportunity.
Wait for justice.
Waiting for the day when life will be kind to us.
But the real world doesn't work that way.
What day does anyone help?
That's why we know that "self-leg" is the most important.
Got gossip.
Overlooked
Exploited
Being acted like an impersonal
Everything doesn't kill us.
It just peels away the weakness layer by layer.
So now I understand
The most stationary person in the room.
Probably the one who's been through the war the most.
Life polishes us like iron.
Until today, we didn't want to win anyone anymore.
We just want to be stiff enough.
That won't break because of anyone else
And believe it.
The iron that's been through the fire.
It's always sharper than new steel. 🍅





















































































