Shooting Arrows At the Sky
Surreality follows you whenever you walk through a museum meant to preserve a nation’s memory while standing beside the very weapons that tried to erase it. The National Museum of the History of Ukraine in the Second World War carries such lingering tension. Russian artillery positioned on the grounds, a row of missiles reminding anyone who enters that history here is not unfinished.
Standing there among metal remnants, I tried to understand how objects designed for destruction could become symbols of such endurance. I felt proud to see the wreckage my country had survived.
Ukraine has learned to turn exposed wounds into testimony. The artillery displays reveal precisely the strength needed that rose in response to destruction. Sure, it's deep pain, but it’s simultaneous defiance. The insistence to live.
Maybe that’s what resilience really is. Letting pain speak. Letting it remind you that you’re still here, still choosing hope in a world that has given you every reason to surrender it.
