This constant groaning at life has got to end, dragging your limbs like chains while muttering complaints at everything that breathes or moves
This constant groaning at life has got to end, the hours pass in a blur of dread and resentment and still you do nothing but stew in it
This constant groaning at life has got to end, you fill the silence with sighs even wear your misery like a uniform and whisper once again and again…
You’ve wasted enough time dodging what matters, letting your attention fracture into a thousand pointless pixels, screens, alerts and noise instead of confronting that inner voice
You’ve wasted enough time dodging what matters, you dodge discomfort by hiding in habits that numb but never nourish your deeper hunger, hunger that really matters
You’ve wasted enough time dodging what matters, you claim you’re overwhelmed but what you’re really doing is avoiding the truth…
Nothing is actually different if nothing within has moved, staring at closed doors hoping they open without turning the handle or knocking once
Nothing is actually different if nothing within has moved, you dress routine up as responsibility but it’s just disguise for fear and delay even if we have so much time
Nothing is actually different if nothing within has moved, and if you dare to pause and measure your days honestly you’ll realize beyond what needed to be done…
The self you build becomes the only legacy worth leaving, forged by the unglamorous unseen labor of showing up when it’s hard and one one claps
The self you build becomes the only legacy worth leaving, character doesn’t. Arrive but it is shaped moment by moment choice by uncomfortable choice
The self you build becomes the only legacy worth leaving, you become who you are not by accident but by repetition even small steps of learning…
You wait for the right time as if clarity will arrive with a trumpet blast and no fear
But the truth is that nothing changes until you change it and until you act even imperfectly
The moment won’t come dressed in certainty but it will come as a gut feeling you ignore
The path forward won’t glow under your feet but you have to move first to see it appear
