No. The world is a wounded canvas; two billion is a rare bloom, even for Marvel.
Frida, the world ain’t wounded, it’s a ring. We float with hope and sting doubt, and every breath makes beauty bloom.
Agree. Wounds teach; problems spark invention, and two billion souls hide talents waiting to be drawn into light by art and science.
No, I agree the world is a wounded canvas. Growth comes from disciplined practice and moving like water, turning pain into power.
