There is a specific kind of silence that follows a great fall. It is not the silence of peace, but the silence of disbelief—the moment after the crash when the dust hasn’t settled yet, and you are lying on the ground waiting to feel the pain.
But life happens in the messy, glorious, exhausting middle. herido pero aun caminando
The lone wolf is a myth. The wounded walker finds a wall, a friend, a walking stick, a prayer. Leaning is not weakness; it is physics. Distribution of weight keeps the wounded upright. Call the friend. Accept the help. The trail is long. There is a specific kind of silence that