Echoes of Queen

 Hi, I don't know who you are yet, but I'm writing anyway. I imagine you somewhere ahead, shaped by the choices I am too afraid or too hesitant to make. I wonder if you are patient. If you are kind. If you still treat people right. If you are happy and proud of yourself. If you have forgiven me for the times I stumbled and stayed silent. I want to ask you what it feels like to have lived through the waiting, the uncertainty, the self-doubt. Have you defeated fear and everything that tried to weigh you down? Did the quiet moments teach you as they teach me now? Did you still follow your dreams? Are you living the life you always wanted? Did you finally trust the rhythm of your own heart, or are you still listening for someone else’s approval? I want you to know that I am trying. I am trying to move even when fear whispers louder than courage. I am trying to speak even when words fail. I am trying to exist fully in the spaces between hesitation and action. I am trying to push and...

  For those who thought being still makes them small. Dear you, You who sits in the back, You who speak in soft whispers. The one who never shouted but felt everything deeply and still stays little. You who remain in calm chaos, You who stay gentle in storms. The one who sat at the edge of crowds, laughed softly, only spoke when it mattered, and still held the world together in silence. You're always present, but never loud. I see you, I've always seen you. They made you think being still made you small. That your softness was weakness. That if you didn't speak loudly, or take space aggressively, you didn't matter. But they were wrong. You were never invincible. You were a garden growing slowly. Seen or unseen. You're not less You are not  someone who needs to become more just to be enough. You're the whisper that lingers longer than when they shout. You're the tranquil before the miracle, The peace that some people take a lifetime to search for. You've ...