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To Those Still Holding On

 Life feels short—

sometimes like nothing more than a fleeting moment.


Lately, I’ve felt stuck.

Worries, doubts, the weight of choices…

But I know I’m not the only one who feels this way.

That’s why I write—again.




Life is made of choices.

What should I do?

What am I even good at?


The truth is,

I kept living not because I had answers,

but simply because I didn’t know what else to do.


But something shifted—

after all the failures,

after all the times I almost gave up—

when I started writing.


That was the moment

my life began to quietly turn.




Even now,

my reality hasn’t changed much.

I still live in the midst of hardship,

surrounded by limitations,

making difficult choices every day.


But when I write,

or when I take a photo—

for a moment,

I feel free.

I feel like I can breathe again.




And I want to say this to you:


Your life is not stuck.

Even if it feels that way.

Don’t give up just yet.


One day,

you’ll find your own version of happiness.

I truly believe that.


So let’s not let go of life too easily.

Let’s hold on—

even if it’s just by a thread.




These words I write,

they aren’t meant to impress.

They are here to remind you—

you are allowed to feel this way.

You are not alone.


To anyone doing their best to simply keep breathing,

may these words be a quiet place to rest for a moment.


What does your silence sound like?  
Share your story in the comments below.  
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