I think that's why I keep coming back to Guts.
Not because he's strong. Everyone sees that part.
It's the fact that he keeps walking with things inside him that nobody else can see. He gets tired. He gets angry. He loses people. He loses pieces of himself. And somehow, the next morning, he gets up and keeps moving.
Maybe there's something familiar in that.
We all carry things we don't talk about. Some days they feel lighter. Some days they don't. But life keeps asking us to take another step anyway.
I don't think the goal is to become someone who never breaks.
Maybe it's just to keep becoming someone who can put the pieces back together.