Writers 
Life does not ask if you are ready,
It just starts.
You cry, you crawl, you stand,
You fall, you stand again.
Some days it is a market, loud and full,
Some days it is a road at midnight, empty.
Some days you have more than you need,
Some days you borrow air to breathe.
It gives you people,
Some stay, some teach you how to let go.
It gives you dreams,
Some grow, some you bury and plant again.
You think life is about arriving,
But it is mostly about becoming.
Becoming softer, stronger,
Becoming someone who can hold both joy and pain
In the same hand.
Life will not be perfect,
But it can be honest.
It can be small kindnesses,
Tea made for you,
A call that says "I was thinking of you."
Keep going.
Not because it is easy,
But because going is how life
Finally meets you halfway
One day you are up!
One day you are down!
One day you have plenty!
One day you have almost nothing!
And still, you breathe!
People come!
People go!
Some stay and hold your hand!
Some leave and teach your heart how to beat alone!
Dream big!
Fall hard!
Cry if you must!
Stand up again!
Again! Again!
Keep going! Keep going! Keep going!
Not because it is easy!
But because life is still happening!
And you are still here!
And that is everything!
