The universe will never give you peace
in something you were never meant to settle in.
It’s why the wrong places feel heavy,
why the wrong people feel loud,
why your chest tightens
every time you try to force yourself
into a life that doesn’t fit.
Discomfort is direction.
Restlessness is truth.
That ache you feel?
It’s your soul refusing to shrink
just to make a moment feel easier.
You weren’t created for a half-life,
for almost-right,
for good enough.
The universe isn’t punishing you —
it’s pulling you out.
It’s nudging you forward.
It’s reminding you that peace
isn’t found in settling,
it’s found in becoming.
Through the Fog 