Each heartbreak, each suffering, draws you closer to what is meant for you. Though you wish the mishaps and losses had never found you, though it still aches—even now, faintly, somewhere in the quiet corner of your heart—there is purpose in it.

Like the removal of weeds, pain is often more necessary than joy. It cuts, clears, and reshapes. It molds you into who you must become, carries you to places you deserve to stand, places your hands and heart are finally skilled enough to hold. Along the way, it opens doors and hearts that were always destined for you.

Sometimes, what breaks you is exactly what leads you where you belong.