At first, the workers saw only small cracks — nothing to worry about. But when they checked the next pillar, the truth hit hard: the bridge was giving way. Something hidden beneath the surface had finally broken through.
It reminded me of a childhood memory — a strange, rough shape buried in the sand that we called the “trumpet worm nest.” It looked creepy back then, but later I learned it was made by tiny marine worms that helped protect the coast.
Both moments taught the same lesson: what we fear often hides something worth understanding. Sometimes, it just takes a closer look to see the beauty beneath the surface.
