Setbacks are strange things.
They don’t crash into your life with thunder and warning.
They show up quietly—through unanswered emails, failed attempts, or days where nothing moves forward.
Sometimes you don’t even realize you’ve hit a wall until you’re already sitting on the floor, wondering when the fall began.
But people who carry their setbacks with calm…
who still show up the next morning,
who laugh a little despite the weight—
they have a kind of strength that’s hard to define.
Not loud.
But deeply human.
In a world obsessed with winning,
I still believe there’s something quietly powerful about those who keep going,
even when it’s not going well.
