There’s a lot to be said about migration.
Sometimes migration is beautiful but sometimes it is violent.
Sometimes migration means reunification but other times it means being torn from home.
Sometimes migration means you are finding a new path but other times it means you have lost it all.
Migration is both beautiful and dark because sometimes it means a new life with new hope and other times it means losing someone’s very existence along the way.
Sometimes it’s heartbreaking.
Sometimes it means death.
Sometimes though, despite all the pain, migration is love and healing.
Migration is beautiful.
Migration is violent.
It is both, sometimes at the same time.