The strange thing about waiting is that it slowly begins to feel like living.
She was not unhappy. But she was not where she was meant to be either.
Are you waiting for readiness?
The ache she used to carry inside her chest slowly hollowed out into something colder.
Not pain. Absence.
Has the quiet in-between worn on you?
The life she had spent years imagining had vanished from her mind entirely, not because she had reached it, but because she had stopped believing in it.
She was simply there. Breathing.
Are you drifting in complete darkness?
Standing there in the moonlight, she understood the truth with a clarity that made her chest tighten.
Readiness, she suddenly realized, had never been coming.
Have you realized what holds you back?
The fear was still there, sharp, insistent, familiar. But something else had joined it now.
Momentum.
Have you taken the first step?
The light she had spent years searching for had never been somewhere else, it had been waiting on the other side of a single step she had been too afraid to take.
Not because the darkness had disappeared. But because she had finally walked through it.
Have you walked through the darkness?