23 this year.
Some days I feel older than that.
Like life has already placed a quiet weight on my shoulders ā expectations, comparisons, the pressure to ābecomeā something extraordinary before time outruns me.
But then I look around.
And I remember how loved I am.
I am held in ways I donāt always see.
In messages that check in.
In prayers whispered with my name in them.
In sacrifices made so I could stand where I stand today.
I am not walking alone. I never was.
I am a museum of everyone I have ever loved.
Every friend who taught me loyalty.
Every heartbreak that taught me depth.
Every mentor who sharpened my mind.
Every family member who stitched resilience into my bones.
They live in me.
In my humor.
In my fears.
In my ambitions.
In the way I care too much and dream too big.
At 23, Iām realizing something powerful ā
I am someoneās answered prayer.
Someoneās hope.
Someoneās investment.
Someoneās reason to believe.
Even on the days I feel burdened, I am still blessed.
Even when I doubt myself, there are people certain of me.
Even when I feel behind, I am deeply aligned.
So this year, I move differently.
Not from pressure.
But from gratitude.
Because I am built from love.
And I refuse to waste what so many people have poured into me.
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[relatable, eldest son, struggle]