Vulnérables

“There is nothing stronger than a weakness,” said Yves Breton. Our inner fractures, hidden behind silences, polite smiles, or habitual gestures, carry an essential truth: the complexity of living, the difficulty of being. They are not flaws to be corrected, but fault lines that bear witness to our intimate, invisible struggles: doubt, fear, pain. So many secret fissures which, far from diminishing who we are, reveal our deepest and most human contours. These wounds are the very places where resilience and connection are woven, and where, paradoxically, the power to exist takes shape.