Lately, I've found myself sitting quietly with my thoughts, feeling the weight of days that seem heavier than usual.
Thereâs a phase in life that no one really prepares you for â the moments when despite all your good intentions, hard work, kindness, and patience, things still don't turn out the way you hoped.
I wonât sugarcoat it â right now, it feels unfair.
It feels like the more I give, the more life demands.
The more I hope, the harder reality hits.
The more I believe, the longer the waiting becomes.
Some days, it feels like the universe has forgotten to answer my prayers, like my efforts are swallowed into silence.
And yet, even in this storm of emotions, a tiny part of me refuses to give up.
Maybe thatâs what faith is â not a blind expectation of rewards, but a stubborn belief that even through injustice, pain, and endless trials, blessings are still possible.
Maybe itâs about showing up for life even when life doesnât show up for you the way you deserve.
Dear God, dear Universe â
If youâre listening, please shower a little more kindness.
Please remind me that struggles are not punishments.
Please show me that endurance, even when unnoticed, still matters.
And to anyone reading who feels like they are also carrying too much â
Youâre not alone.
Your battles are valid.
Your prayers are heard, even if the answers are taking longer than you hoped.
Maybe we are being shaped into stronger, softer, deeper souls.
Maybe someday we will look back and realize: we survived what we thought would break us.
Until then, hereâs to holding on.
Hereâs to whispering "I believe" even with a trembling voice.
Hereâs to still hoping for better days.
Because they will come.
They always do.