Wear and Tear

The weight of years is like a heavy backpack on your shoulders: tears, fears, fatigue – everything accumulates, but it doesn't break you. At first, you think you're about to crack under the weight, but then you suddenly realise: no, they won't break me, they won't wear me down. Somewhere inside, a stubborn spark ignites - and instead of another ‘ouch,’ a dance is suddenly born, almost a celebration. It seems to be about something heavy, but it sounds like you want to move, shake the dust off your shoulders and repeat: ‘You won't break me. Never.’