Life is a hassle. Not in a poetic way, just in the everyday way it piles up on you. You wake up and there is always something waiting. Money, work, people, expectations, all pulling at you at once. Some days it feels light, most days it doesn’t.
You try to keep up but life doesn’t really slow down for you. So you learn to move with it, even when you don’t feel ready. Not because it gets easier, but because stopping costs more than continuing. You fail, you adjust, you keep going.
And slowly, without noticing, you become someone who can handle more than before. It is not inspiration that keeps you alive in it, it is routine and stubbornness. You don’t always feel strong, you just keep showing up. That is what pushing through really looks like.
Over time, the weight you thought would break you just becomes part of the background. You still feel it, but it doesn’t control you the same way anymore. Life stays messy, but you get sharper at moving through it. You stop waiting for perfect days. You just deal with the day in front of you.
There is no big moment where everything clicks. It is just repetition, effort, and getting back up after small losses. And one day you notice you are not as shaken by things that used to ruin your mood. You are still in it, still dealing with it, but you are not breaking the same way anymore.
That is how you know you are moving forward. Not loudly, not perfectly, but steadily. You just keep going even when it feels pointless because stopping never really helped anyone. Even if it is slow, that is still progress.
