There comes a point in life where the tears dry up—not because life suddenly became easy, but because you finally become tired of treating every hardship like the end of the world. Somewhere between survival, heartbreak, disappointment, and unanswered prayers, something unexpected can happen: you start laughing.
Not fake laughter. Not denial. Real laughter. The kind that comes from looking back at your life and realizing you somehow survived every chapter you thought would destroy you.
I’ve had plenty of moments sitting alone with my thoughts, surrounded by nature, replaying old memories that once broke me. There was a time I carried sadness everywhere. I spoke it out loud to anyone willing to listen, hoping somebody could pour comfort into my overflowing pity cup. Back then, my life felt devastating. Every setback felt personal. Every heartbreak felt permanent.
But age has a strange way of introducing wisdom through scars.
Now, when I look at my life, I can’t help but laugh sometimes. Not because everything is perfect—far from it. I laugh because after everything I’ve been through, I’m still here. A childhood marked by abuse. Adolescence filled with mistakes. A younger version of myself breaking hearts while secretly carrying my own broken pieces. And somehow, through all the chaos, life handed me one unexpected gift: a sense of humour strong enough to survive reality.
People often ask, where is the humour in tragedy?
It’s hidden deep beneath the rubble. Buried inside the darkest moments is a quiet reminder not to take this human experience so seriously all the time. Sometimes life becomes so absurd, so painfully unbelievable, that laughter is the only honest response left.
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