Through the Fog

Tag: self-reflection

  • This Foolish Life I’ve Lived

    This foolish life I’ve lived

    was loud with mistakes,

    heavy with lessons I didn’t want to learn

    until they bruised me into listening.

    I ran toward things that burned,

    called it passion,

    called it freedom,

    anything but fear.

    I loved too hard,

    stayed too long,

    believed in people

    the way you believe in miracles—

    recklessly,

    with my eyes closed.

    I’ve mistaken survival for strength,

    chaos for meaning,

    pain for proof

    that I was alive.

    But even in all that foolishness,

    I was searching—

    for quiet,

    for truth,

    for a reason to soften my grip

    on everything that hurt me.

    Maybe this life wasn’t foolish at all.

    Maybe it was just honest.

    And maybe every wrong turn

    was teaching me

    how to finally choose

    something gentle.

  • Gratitude

    I don’t always say it out loud,

    but I’m grateful.

    Not in some big, dramatic way —

    just in the quiet, steady way you feel

    when you look back and realize

    you survived things you thought would break you.

    I’m grateful for the people who stayed,

    and even the ones who left,

    because they taught me something

    I didn’t know I needed.

    I’m grateful for the days that felt impossible

    and the nights I didn’t think I’d make it through,

    because somehow I did.

    I’m grateful for the small things —

    the ones nobody notices

    but somehow keep me going:

    a warm drink,

    a song I forgot I loved,

    a moment where my chest doesn’t feel so heavy.

    And I’m grateful for myself,

    even if I don’t say it enough.

    For the version of me that kept trying

    when it would’ve been easier to give up.

    Gratitude doesn’t fix everything,

    but it reminds me that not everything is broken.

    And some days,

    that’s enough.