Years ago, while I was wading through the darkest chapter of my life, I found solace in a single quote. Its origin eludes me—whether I found it somewhere or my subconscious created it as a self preservation method, but for some reason, it worked like a charm.
Day and night, for months on end, I clung to those words like a lifeline, chanting them throughout. My circumstances improved in due course, but the resonance of that quote never waned. It became my steadfast companion, urging me to chin up even on the bleakest of days.
This is the quote:
Fingers in symphony 