"You Were Made for This"

There will be days the mirror cracks,

Not from glass, but truth that lacks.

You’ll look and wonder where you went—

The joy you had, the strength you lent.

Some mornings start with silent tears,

Some nights are crowded full of fears.

The weight is real, the path unclear,

And joy feels something far, not near.

But pause. Just breathe. Be still. Be kind.

There’s more ahead than left behind.

This storm you’re in won’t last for long,

You’ve weathered worse—yes, you are strong.

You’ve faced the dark and walked alone,

Built walls from pain and called it home.

Yet even then, you stood, you stayed—

With trembling hands, you still obeyed

The voice that whispers, soft and true:

“This world is better having you.”

Not for perfection, not for fame,

But for the fire you cannot tame.

It’s in your laugh, your silent grace,

The way you light a shadowed space.

You give, you bend, and yet don’t break—

Though each new dawn feels hard to take.

You've climbed through grief no one could see,

Still offered love so selflessly.

You’ve buried dreams and planted more,

Pushed past the ache your shoulders bore.

And every “no” and every fall

Has only built you, after all.

Your scars aren’t signs of losing fights—

They are your proof you reached for heights.

Motivation isn't loud.

It doesn’t need to boast or crowd.

It’s in the quiet choice to rise,

To meet the day and not disguise

The tired soul behind your eyes—

And still go on. And still grow wise.

It's wiping tears and showing up,

Still pouring hope in someone’s cup.

It’s dreaming still when dreams go dim,

And trusting life when chances slim.

It’s choosing peace when anger’s loud,

And standing firm, when not so proud.

So when you feel you’ve lost your way,

Or darkness starts to dim your day,

Remember this: you are the light

That breaks the coldest stretch of night.

You’ve walked through fire, drowned in rain,

And learned the art of turning pain

Into a place for things to bloom—

You carry life inside your gloom.

There’s power in each breath you take,

Each step you climb, each move you make.

It doesn’t matter how slow you go,

Progress is progress—take it slow.

Don’t wait for perfect, or for clear.

Just start from now, start from right here.

Your story isn’t done, not yet—

There’s more to build, more dreams to get.

So hold on tight and don’t let go,

Even when your heart says “no.”

Because deep down, a whisper sings—

Of better days, of brighter things.

And you will rise—oh, yes, you will—

With stubborn strength and iron will.

You’ll find your fire, heal your soul,

And once again feel strong and whole.

And when you do, you’ll understand—

Why storms must come, why pain was planned.

Not to destroy, but just refine

The gold you’ve carried deep inside.

So carry on, through dusk and mist—

With all your heart, **you were made for this.**