A life unfolds in fragments, in choices made and opportunities missed, in victories that linger and failures that refuse to fade. Mine is a story of both, the grand and the wasted, the celebrated and the forgotten. The highlights shine, but the regrets stack higher.
I have stood at the edge of possibility and turned away, let moments slip through my fingers, and watched potential vanish before it could take hold. Yet, in other ways, I have grasped more than I ever expected and carved victories from places I had no right to stand. A life both more and less than it should have been.
The road behind stretches long, weighted with missteps, missed turns, and moments I cannot change. The road ahead is uncertain, shifting in the distance, full of possibility and doubt. I am capable, I am strong, yet I wonder if I have carried too much failure to climb any further.
Life’s problems press down, seeming too tangled to unravel, too solid to break through. Yet, one shift in my favor, one turn of fortune, and the same world that feels hopeless could suddenly feel limitless. Hope and despair hang in the balance, waiting to see which way the wind blows.
The mind latches onto what is uncertain, what is missing, what feels too heavy to carry. But life is more than its hardest moments. One bad aspect, or even a few, should not shadow the entire picture. Blessings remain, steady and quiet, even when I cannot see them. But when the storm rages, even the strongest lose sight of the shore.
Is tomorrow better? Maybe it is a whispered promise, soft as dawn. Maybe it is another weight to carry, heavy with unanswered questions, waiting for me to choose how much of it I will hold.
This much I know, I will rise. I will walk into the morning, take in the sky painted with light, and let the day begin again. And when the evening falls, I will watch the last light linger and hope I am not fading with it.
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Pizza 