I was not made to be buried in blankets of warmth, but to retreat briefly before the battle resumes again from the thought of moving feels impossible and almost cruel
I was not made to be buried in blankets of warmth, but I remind myself that this is not my purpose and not even my role where there’s ache in my knees and stiffness in my back
I was not made to be buried in blankets of warmth, but pain is not a signal to stop- it’s a memory of movement even when the sore muscles are a signal that I’m still alive…
I was not made for stillness and escape, a clock ticks not lull itself to sleep but to keep time as I am no different- that I was built for something
I was not made for stillness and escape, built to work, built to care, built to do so why pretend I’m something else, something breakable
I was not made for stillness and escape, comfort lies like a soft-spoken lie that tempts me with warmth and stillness but that comfort asks me to avoid my life is not comfort…
I was not meant to stay unawakened, with every droplet I rise away with hesitation as I prepare my mind for the world not just for of body but of doubt
I was not meant to stay unawakened, somewhere, someone is waiting on what I do today, it may be word, a task, a gesture but still it matters
I was not meant to stay unawakened, even if the world doesn’t see it as I’m part of the machine turning, pushing, contributing to something larger than me…
I was not meant to hide from duty and forget my vow, I didn’t not just stumble into this life but I chose this road to make commitments, take oaths and raise hand to say yes
I was not meant to hide from duty and forget my vow, the work I do is mine because I claimed it because I saw the need and answered it with mere action
I was not meant to hide from duty and forget my vow, there are people I love, the strangers I might impact so why abandon it for a few minutes of numbness where each day is a vote for the world I want to have...
There is a pleasure in staying still, in not being asked to try
But there’s a deeper joy that only comes from effort
The kind of joy that follows sweat, focus and finish lines
Once I rise, everything starts to align around movement