Invisible Journey
Not my job to explain it
Not everyone will understand your journey— and that’s okay.
Some will only see the miles, not the wear and the weight. The wrong turns, the nights you slept on faith when surety fell away over a cliff.
You are not here to make your life acceptable to strangers. You are not required to explain every whim of your heart or submit your longing for peer review.
You’re here to live your life— to follow the pull when it makes no sense, to choose wonder over safety, to answer the call even when no one else hears it ringing.
Let them misunderstand. You were never meant to be explained. You were meant to be become.