There are days when keeping hope feels like holding onto a blade — the tighter you grip, the more it hurts. And yet, we hold on. We smile through tears, laugh through pain, and convince the world we’re okay, even when we’re falling apart inside.
Is it foolish to trust? To believe? To wait for someone when all signs point to heartbreak? I ask myself this over and over again. The mind speaks with clarity — it warns, it reasons, it pleads for logic. But the heart… the heart is stubborn. It doesn’t just listen — it clings, it dreams, it remembers the warmth even when there’s cold.
I once believed I had built a life of safety and love — a place where I could be at peace. But it turned out to be an illusion, a space where sadness slowly crept in. Yet in the middle of all that sorrow, there was one true miracle — the kind that doesn’t speak much, but shows you everything you need to know about love, strength, and holding on. That miracle saved me.
The confusion weighs heavy. The battle between heart and mind is constant. One tells me to let go — to find peace, to choose myself, to choose truth. The other whispers, “stay,” hoping love can fix what logic says is broken.
I’ve cried in silence. I’ve asked myself a thousand “whys.” I’ve stared at the ceiling at 2 a.m. wondering if loving someone this deeply is bravery or self-destruction. Still, I care. Still, I love. Still, I wait — not for answers, but for clarity. For the day when my heart and mind will finally agree.
Until then, I walk forward — not because I have all the answers, but because I owe myself healing, even if I haven’t fully chosen it yet.
“Even when lost, a mother’s heart finds direction through her miracle”
Written by Saku
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