I didn’t make much noise.
Didn’t keep score.
Didn’t ask the world to pause
While I stitched my wounds.
I just kept walking,
Step after step,
Between faith and fatigue.

Worries came,
As they always do.
But I let them rise like smoke
And drift away.
There’s no point caging a storm
That doesn’t plan to stay.

Heartbreaks?
Plenty.
But mourning every ruin
Felt useless.
So instead,
I lit candles inside the rubble,
Called it home,
And moved on.

Whatever came,
I held with both hands.
Whatever left,
I didn’t chase.
There’s a strange kind of freedom
In not demanding
What was never yours to keep.

Over time, I stopped
Measuring joy and sorrow
Like they were two different currencies.
Pain didn’t surprise me.
And happiness didn’t blind me.
Both were guests.
And I learned to host
Without losing myself.

Now,
I walk slower,
But lighter.
And the heart?
It no longer breaks as easily.
Because somewhere along the way,
It learned:
To live
Isn’t always to win.
Sometimes,
It’s just to keep walking.