The Weight We Carry

Some nights, you lie there staring at the ceiling, feeling like time is moving while you are not. You watch your parents grow older and wonder if you are doing enough, if you will become someone, they can be proud of before it's too late.

Then you hear about someone who did not stay.

And it reminds you how heavy life can be when no one sees the weight you are carrying. Everyone is fighting something in silence.

Maybe the point is not having everything figured out.

Maybe it is staying, looking back at how far you have come, and choosing to care about others and about yourself, one day at a time.