yes, you did. you’ve tried the sweet taste of caramel, you tried hating vegetables but ended up loving them, you once tried to learn reading and now you’ve stacked countless books unread, your parents forced you into studying music and now spotify’s has your longest screentime, and you grew up with all the other little loves life had to offer.
the light seems dim nowadays, it’s like drowning and not knowing how to breath, it’s like walking down a dark tunnel you know won’t end well. it’s easy to smile through all the problems but it doesn’t actually fix them. and? it’s completely alright.
you’re learning how to juggle multiple feelings, even if it feels messy right now. Soon, you’ll master it. You’ll be able to look back and say, ‘I did that – I survived, I learned, I grew.’
and you grew with all the other loves life had to offer. your mother used to take you to parks and your father used to take pictures of you. the fear of entering elementary school, passing that grade, graduating, graduating, fear of making friends, struggling with different kinds of pressure, but you’re standing here and lying here and wondering if anything mattered at all. thousands of thousands possibilities lie right in front of you, yet you’re frozen, paralyzed by the weight of them all. the paths stretch out like roads you can’t seem to walk on, like hands that reach out but never touch. memories of your mother’s soft laughter and your father’s careful hands, once anchors, now feel distant. wondering if you ever belonged to those moments, or if they were just fragments of a life you were watching from afar. the world keeps spinning, and you keep asking — if everything was leading to this, where are you supposed to go now?
and you grew with all the other kinds of love life had to offer. the small, quiet loves — the glass of water waiting on your nightstand after a long day, the love in the rhythm of getting up early and going into the office, even when it feels like the last thing you want to do. there’s love in finding new motivation when you thought you’d run out, in the unexpected blessings that come quietly, like sunlight peeking through your window. these loves are gentle, they are constant, they are the reasons to stay. because in between the noise, there’s always something soft and sweet, just waiting for you to notice. stay alive for the love you have yet to find, for the moments that will remind you why you’re here.
noting that, they used to be the reason why you’re here.
