Reborn

Rebirth hurts. There’s no metaphor to sweeten it. It breaks you, throws you to the ground, with your mouth full of dust and your pride shattered. It’s losing what you thought was eternal. It’s walking hungry, without certainties. But right there, in the dirt, you learn: life gives you nothing — it tears it away and dares you to reclaim it.
And if you have the courage to stand up, even while trembling, you discover the truth: being reborn is not a divine act, it’s a damn act of will. It’s telling the world, “Fuck you.” It’s igniting the spark within your own ashes and burning again — stronger, freer, more yourself.