I saw my parents work jobs that tired their bodies but never broke their spirits. They taught me that “c’est la vie” wasn’t about giving up — it was about showing up. Again and again.
C’est la vie — that’s life.
I made mistakes. Said the wrong things. Trusted too fast. Cried over grades, friendships, and first heartbreaks that felt like the end of the world. But somehow, the sun always rose again. my early life celavie