Maybe What You See Is the Distance

A middle-aged bankrupt man sat alone in the park late at night, letting the rain soak his suit. He repeatedly fiddled with the divorce agreement and the court seizure notice, and suddenly remembered his mother's words when he was a boy, "Everything will pass through." As the morning light faded, he folded the document into a paper boat and put it into the stream. Sensitivity was once a curse, but now it has become a salvation - maybe loss is not the end, but the courage to allow yourself to start again.