have walked this life with eyes wide open—
not just to see, but to feel.
To feel the warmth of morning sun
spilling gold across my skin,
and the ache of silent nights
where even the stars seem too far away.I have tasted the sweetness of laughter
echoing through shared moments,
and the salt of tears
when dreams broke like waves
against the shore of reality.I have loved deeply—
not perfectly, but truly.
In glances across a crowded room,
in hands held through hospital rooms,
in words unspoken, yet understood .I’ve known failure—
not as an enemy, but a teacher.
Every misstep carved character.
Every setback stitched strength into my spine. I have danced in the rain
with no reason except joy.
I have stood still in forests
and listened—really listened—
to the world breathing around me .I’ve learned that peace
is not the absence of pain,
but the presence of meaning.
That the point was never perfection,
but presence. And if this life is a journey,
I do not need to reach the peak
to be fulfilled.
I only need to keep walking
with open hands,
a curious mind,
and a grateful heart.