Sometimes, the Darkness Whispers

“Just let go. What's the point?”

It tempts you to throw it all away, to surrender before the fight even begins. And honestly? Some nights, it almost makes sense.

But then—there’s another voice. Softer, quieter, but steady—

“Hold on. Stay.”

Maybe it comes from a friend, maybe it’s in a random song you weren’t even paying attention to. Or maybe, just maybe—

It’s from somewhere deep inside you—the part that refuses to be broken.

Life Is One Long, Brutal Push and Pull

You fall, you bleed, you lose things you swore you couldn’t live without. And yet… you get back up. Not because you’re invincible, not because it doesn’t hurt—But because deep down, you know—

If you quit now, everything you've endured would mean nothing.

And that’s the real absurdity of life. You’ve been knocked down a thousand times, but here you are. Breathing. Existing. Moving forward. Maybe not gracefully, maybe not without scars, but still—you’re here.

You don’t have to have it all figured out, You don’t need to be okay all the time, You can scream, cry, blast music at 1 AM like some indie movie protagonist,

But after all that? You wipe your face, straighten your back, and keep going. Because one day, you’ll look back at this moment and realize: Everything—the pain, the struggle, the sheer madness of it all—had a purpose.

And you’ll be damn proud you didn’t give up.

So for Tonight?

Just don’t give in. Not yet. Not tonight, universe. Try again tomorrow...