Nhẫn

Sometimes life is like a long evening in the city, where it's still hot, but you already want to hide under a blanket. Outside, the streets are noisy, the lights are blinking, someone somewhere is saying “hang in there” again - and you seem to be hanging in there, but your chest still feels tight, as if a small motor has settled inside you and refuses to shut up.

Here, fatigue sounds not like a complaint, but like an admission: “Yes, today is just hard.” No heroism, no drama. Just a moment when you need to let go of everything and allow yourself to exhale. After all, sometimes the only right decision is not to fight, but to give yourself a little peace so that tomorrow you will have enough strength to move on.