A bad week doesn't cancel who you've been.
A bad month doesn't either.
The flame goes out sometimes.
Distractions pile up. Old patterns creep back. You lose the thread.
But principles don't disappear just because you stopped tending them.
They don't move. They don't spoil.
They sit there, patient, waiting for you to remember.
You can reignite them at any moment.
See things fresh again. Start living again.
The beautiful part isn't that you never slip.
It's that you can always return.
Not from scratch.
From where you left off.
The door was never locked.
