u dun talk enuff about the quiet parts of ur life - the one dat unfold in the background. the moments when ur doin dishes and ur mind drifts. when ur scrolling endlessly, not really lookin for anytg but hoping somethg clicks. when ur stuck in traffic and suddenly wondering if u've fallen behind in life, if u've missed somethg important while jst tryin to hold thgs together.
no one really prepares u for these in-between spaces. they r not the parts ppl write speeches about, or post on soc med. but they r fcukin real. and they - ofkoz, carry weight. u end up holding thgs u cant name - the unspoken worries, quiet disappointments, small aches dat build over time. and yet, somehow, u keep showin up. u keep goin, still.
these moments matter more than u think. they shape u quietly - w/o fireworks, w/o applause. they teach u resilience, even when u dun feel strong. u grow ur dpeth, ur compassion, and ur understanding of it means to be a human. u may not see the progress, but is is there - in the way u keep tryin, even when no one's watching. well, at least dats wat u think.
the truth is, ur figuring it out as u go. u r not supposed to hav it all together. some days, jst gettin outta bed, showing up, or breathing thru the weight ur carryin - darn wats a win. dats fcukin strength.
so, if ur readin dis - and if u r in a season dat feels messy, uncertain, or painfully still - let dis be ur reminder. u r not broken. and u r not behind. the quiet parts of ur story matter jst as much as the loud ones. u r not doin life wrong. u r living it - and dat, in itself, is more than fcukin enuff.
u hav a good Friday ahead. the weekend is here, afterall.
may Allah ease everythg.
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