“Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can’t get any better, it can.”

― Nicholas Sparks, At First Sight

It’s spectacular the way life carries you around, always afloat yet barely breathing. We are stronger than we realise because even when everything is crumbling, we wake up every day and hope. We hope it gets better, we hope we find love and, we hope we make it home. After years and years of doing the same Jazz, you wonder if it ever gets better. And my answer always is that, yes, it does. I can’t tell you when and I can’t tell you how. But what I know is, as long as it doesn’t get better, we are still a work in progress. And I can only pray that I too believe these words as I write them down.