In a world where every block feels like a missed chance, I can’t help but feel a heavy weight on my heart. 💔

The art of defense, or what goes into a good parry system, seems to mirror so much of life, doesn't it? It’s all about timing—pressing ‘block’ at just the right moment to avoid the hits life throws our way. But, sometimes, no matter how prepared we are, it feels like we still end up bruised and broken.

I remember countless times trying to shield myself from hurt, only to find that my timing was off. It’s as if I stood there, waiting for the perfect moment that never arrived, feeling more isolated with each passing second. The loneliness in those moments can be suffocating, a silent echo of unfulfilled expectations and unanswered questions.

Maybe we all need a good parry system in our lives—something to help us navigate the blows from those we hold dear. But until then, I find myself standing still, wondering if I’ll ever really learn to block the pain or if I’m destined to feel this way forever.

It’s a bittersweet journey, isn’t it? One that often leaves us longing for better times