La Fata Esigua watered the Apis Melliflora, and spotted a Gecko feeding on the Bird Mix!

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Enjoy your weekend Michelle.
Thank you for the Finch xx

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The most difficult lesson I’ve faced as an old adult is the unending need to survive regardless of how broken I feel inside. It doesn’t matter if my heart is aching, if I’m mourning the loss of someone I love, or if I’m too tired to even get out of bed. Life doesn’t wait for me to catch my breath. It keeps moving forward, indifferent to my pain, and I’m left with no choice but to push through, even when every part of me is screaming for a moment of rest.
But what’s even harder is realizing that no one truly prepares you for this. We grow up believing in the comfort of happy endings, only to be met with the harsh reality that survival often means pretending you’re okay when you’re not. And maybe that’s the hardest part—not just surviving, but doing so quietly, without letting the weight of it show. Yet, through it all, we find strength we never knew we had, because despite the heaviness, we keep moving.