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There is a strange comfort in dwelling on the chapters that broke us. It’s easier to sit in the wreckage of a bad season than it is to pick up the pen and start the next page. We tell ourselves we’re reflecting but if we’re honest, we’re just stalling. Stagnancy is the silent killer of a good story. How the last chapter ended isn’t nearly as important as what you do with the ending. You can let the uninteresting parts define the rest of your life, or you can use them as a blueprint for something better. You are taking the ink from your lowest moments and using it to write your highest.
The next phase isn’t a gift or a stroke of luck — it’s a choice you make every time you refuse to stay stuck in a chapter that’s already over. You have to be willing to leave that version of yourself behind, not because it wasn’t real, but because it’s finished. The next chapter is waiting for your input, but it won’t write itself while you’re busy re-reading the parts you can’t change.
