Keep Walking – Even If You’re Barefoot on Broken Dreams

You. Yes, you.

The one pretending you’re okay, while quietly bleeding from invisible wounds.

The one who smiles in public and cries into your pillow at night.

The one who’s been walking for so long, you forgot where you were going.

This is for you.

You want to stop.

You want to lie down in the middle of this metaphorical highway,

close your eyes,

and let it all just fade into the background noise of "life."

But I’m here to whisper—no, scream if I must—

Don’t stop. Don’t turn around. Just… keep walking.

You think no one sees you.

That your steps are too small.

That you’ve fallen too many times.

That the path has swallowed you whole and spat out a version of yourself even you don’t recognize anymore.

But the truth is, you’ve been a warrior all along.

Not the loud, sword-wielding, victorious kind.

No.

You’re the kind of warrior who keeps walking

when there’s no applause.

No reward.

No audience.

Just broken glass,

and the sound of your own breath

fighting not to give up.

There’s magic in motion.

Even slow, stumbling, tear-stained motion.

Because every step forward

is a slap in the face to every voice that said you couldn't.

Every time you refused to turn around

was a rebellion against your past

trying to chain you down.

You’re not here to fit a mold.

You’re not here to live quietly,

to follow a map that someone else drew.

You are here to be unapologetically, ferociously, stubbornly YOU.

Even when the world calls you “too much.”

Even when your kindness is mistaken for weakness.

Even when they tell you to sit down,

to dim your light,

to pick a safer path.

Keep walking.

Look at the sky for a second.

No, really—go ahead.

See that hawk cutting through the clouds like it owns the entire damn universe?

That’s your soul.

That’s your fire.

That’s your dream screaming from the heavens,

“I still believe in you.”

You didn’t come this far to blend in with the grey.

You didn’t survive the storms to hide under a broken umbrella.

You are the storm.

You are the wind.

You are the reason dreams learn to fly.

Maybe you’ve lost things.

People.

Places.

Parts of yourself you thought you’d never get back.

Maybe life has robbed you,

kicked you,

mocked you.

But still—

you stand.

Maybe shaky,

maybe scared,

maybe scarred.

But you stand.

And if all you can do today is breathe,

or blink,

or whisper “I’m trying”—

that is enough.

That is still motion.

That is still forward.

I won’t lie to you.

There will be days when the path disappears entirely.

When all you see is fog,

and all you hear is silence.

But remember this:

even in the silence,

your soul is singing.

Even in the stillness,

you are growing.

Even when no one claps,

the universe watches in awe

as you rise

again

and again

and again.

So if you needed a sign, this is it.

If you needed someone to tell you you’re not alone,

this is me screaming into the void with you.

If you’re tired—rest.

But don’t quit.

If you’re lost—pause.

But don’t go back.

And if you’re afraid—good.

Fear means you’re alive.

Fear means your dream is worth chasing.

So lace up your hope.

Pack your pain like a suitcase full of lessons.

And take the next step.

Just one.

And then another.

And then another.

Because the wind is waiting.

Because your dream is still calling.

Because freedom lives in forward.

Because your soul already knows the way.

Just keep walking.