keep walking

Some days don’t go as planned—
maybe that’s the point.

I woke early,
trying to catch up to the part of me
that keeps moving forward.

Then, just like that,
the plan shifted.
A room didn’t feel like mine,
so I left—
not out of fear,
but knowing.

I didn’t want to go back,
so I walked.
And I walked some more.

The sun was sharp,
the city confusing,
but my feet kept moving.
And I realized—
being alive is trusting yourself,
even in wrong turns,
even in the heat.

Forward isn’t always progress.
Sometimes,
it’s just not giving up—
on the day,
on yourself.

And that
is more than enough.