Through the Fog

Tag: life

  • I Am Not of This World

    I walk among the kingdoms of men,

    but my heart does not dwell here.

    The stones beneath my feet are foreign,

    the riches of this earth turn to dust in my hands.

    They build towers of pride,

    they chase after shadows,

    but I hunger for what does not fade.

    I am a sojourner,

    a pilgrim in a land not my own,

    searching for a city whose foundations

    are not built by human hands.

    The world calls me to bow,

    to trade truth for comfort,

    but I cannot kneel to what perishes.

    There is a fire within me not lit by this earth,

    a voice that whispers of home,

    a kingdom unseen yet nearer than breath.

    I am not of this world—

    though I walk its valleys,

    though I taste its sorrows,

    though its storms beat against me.

    I belong to another place,

    and until I see it with my eyes,

    I will live as a stranger here,

    with my heart set on what is eternal.

  • What Do You Want in Life?

    It’s the kind of question that stops me in my tracks.

    What do I want in life?

    For years, I didn’t know how to answer it. I thought the right response was supposed to be about success — the career, the house, the milestones people nod approvingly at. But none of that ever felt like the full truth.

    What I want in life is simpler, and harder.

    I want peace. Not the kind that means nothing happens, but the kind that lives inside me — steady, quiet, a place I can return to no matter what storms rage around me.

    I want connection. The real kind. The kind where I can sit in silence with someone and still feel understood. Where masks fall away, where I don’t have to earn my worth to be allowed to stay.

    I want honesty with myself. To stop hiding, numbing, or pretending I don’t feel what I feel. To live without apology for being human, even when that means being messy, tender, uncertain.

    I want to create. To write words that outlast me. To turn my pain into something that might reach someone else who feels alone in theirs. To leave behind a trail of truth, however small, that someone else can follow back to themselves.

    And maybe, most of all — I want to feel alive. Not just survive my days, not just check boxes, not just endure. I want to notice. To breathe deeply. To laugh without looking over my shoulder. To belong to this life while I’m still here.

    What do I want in life?

    To heal. To write. To love.

    And to keep learning how to stay.