By The Lulu
I used to think arrival was a place.
That peace waited at the next turn,
that joy lived in another city,
that success had a postcode
somewhere not here.
And they said, “You’ll know when you get there.”
So I packed my dreams,
I packed my heart into boxes of “someday.”
Telling myself I’d breathe easier when.
When I arrive.
When I’m seen.
When my voice is heard
When it finally feels like I’ve made it.
But there… kept shifting.
Like a mirage,
it stretched further.
Each time I get there
It’s always just one achievement away,
one validation short,
one more “you did it” before I could rest.
Yet every victory, too small.
Every pause, too early.
Every silence, too loud.
I am tired.
Of chasing a tomorrows that don’t want me back.
Tired of being homesick in my own skin.
Tired of building dreams on sinking sand
And I am tired.
Of waiting for permission to breathe.
Of waiting for somewhere else
to make this version of me matter.
Wait, but
What if here… was enough?
What if today counts
What if the waiting wasn’t wasted?
What if this soil
this cracked, dry, unimpressive ground
was holy ground in disguise?
What if the waiting room
was never a punishment
just an invitation to grow roots
where I am.
They said, “Nothing good comes from here.”
But I’ve seen wildflowers break concrete.
I’ve seen dust hold dreams.
I’ve seen me
standing in the middle of “not yet,”
still building something beautiful.
Maybe change ain’t a place.
Maybe it’s a posture.
Maybe destiny ain’t a distance
it’s a decision.
To stay.
To dig.
To build and bloom
Right here.
So stop chasing the horizon,
and start seeing the sunrise.
So if you ever wonder
whether you’re behind,
whether you missed the turn,
whether your “here” is too small
remember this:
The soil doesn’t define the seed.
And sometimes,
the miracle is that you stayed long enough to see it grow.
This thing you’ve been praying for
is already growing under your feet,
quietly, patiently, waiting
for you to notice it?
Don’t go chasing the light, you are that light
So let it shine
Pick up your ashes and make art
Takes those uncertainties and make them certain things
Because What if… here was just enough?
