Do you feel lost?

I feel lost...

Just know that...

There is HOPE.

We all have trials and tribulations, that much is true. We are forced to go into them alone, after becoming independent. Nobody asks, "Are you okay?" anymore. Caught in the now, drift away at sea, alone. Calling for help out of pure desperation, for there is no answer. No one cares, or at least feels as such. Sometimes we have no shoulder to cry on, none to relate, estranged. For the time of bonding is at an end, separation out of fear is anew.

Just remember that...

You aren't alone.

I fear not for the blackness of death, for it brings peace and the end of suffering. But for every death, there is life. Every morning sun is a new day, a new way to lessen the blows. To relate to those who care enough to remember your name is more than enough for I. Caught in my own suffering, did it only make life worse, to share experience and enlightenment is eternal in all of our hearts. I know not what anyone is going through, for my feet are too small to understand. But in the moments, those small, small moments of happiness and peace gives life.It is not the grand victories that carry us—it is the quiet ones. The moments where the tears stop without reason. The nights we sleep without waking. The seconds we forget to be sad, and just are. Sometimes joy doesn’t arrive like a sunrise, but rather like a flicker—easily missed, yet undeniable if seen.

There's a saying that...

Even the darkest hour only has 60 minutes.

We are all haunted by something, even if we smile through it. Some of us are simply better at hiding the cracks in our armor. But no soul walks this world untouched. Behind every indifferent gaze is a war not spoken of. Behind every silence, a scream too weary to make sound.Still, we carry on. We survive, even when we don’t know why. Even when we don’t want to. There’s something beautifully tragic in that. Some defiance in waking up again. Maybe the reason doesn’t always have to be profound—maybe it’s enough that we exist, that we keep breathing, even if the air still hurts.

You've got this champ.

Everyone is rooting for YOU.

And perhaps, someday, we’ll look back and realize we weren’t as alone as we thought. That someone, somewhere, heard our silent call. That our story mattered—even when it felt unfinished. Even when it was written in the language of pain.So to those still drifting—I see you. And to the ones who’ve come back from the edge, even once—you are not weak. You are a quiet kind of strong. The kind that keeps going not because it’s easy, but because stopping felt worse.And in that—there is hope.

“There are five important things for living a successful and fulfilling life: never stop dreaming, never stop believing, never give up, never stop trying, and never stop learning.”
- Roy T. Bennett.

Who is behind The Soul Inside Me?

Someone that believes you can DO IT.

"The race doesn't always belong to the swift nor the battle to the strong. It belongs rather to those who run the race, who stay the course and who fight the good fight."- Carl Yastrzemski