I hope your mornings feel like gentle waves
Lapping against the shore of a quiet mind
Moments of peace that surprise you
Like finding a book you forgot you loved
I hope your laughter spills over
Into rooms where silence used to linger
And your tears fall only to wash away
The weight you’ve carried too long
I hope you discover pockets of joy
Hidden in corners of ordinary days
The kind that sneak in quietly
And make your chest feel full without warning
I hope your nights are soft
Not just empty shadows, but blankets
That hold you close when the world forgets to
I hope your mistakes turn into lessons
Not chains, but wings
So you can rise from them lighter, stronger
Like smoke curling from a fire you built yourself
I hope love finds you gently
Not as a storm, but a quiet sunrise
The kind that warms your skin
Before you even realize you were cold
I hope your flowers grow wild
Even where you didn’t plant them
And your sky stays vast
Even when the clouds gather
I hope the world reminds you often
That you are enough
That your heart is wide enough
To hold the storms and the sunshine
And above all, I hope
That every step you take
Is met with kindness
From yourself
From life
From the quiet miracles you’ve always carried inside
Know this: truly, deeply, I wish you well
About the Creator
Jonathan
I write fiction, non-fiction, and poetry about the human experience. That includes the struggles we don’t post, the growth we don’t announce, and the moments that quietly change us. Join me as I make sense of it all.


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