There are mornings we wake,
weary, burdened by the weight of the world,
questioning the point,
wondering if the sun will warm us today,
or if we'll merely drift through its light.
But pause—
for even in the heaviness of breath,
in the mundane tick of the clock,
there is fortune.
Not everyone wakes with a heart still beating,
not everyone sees the dawn,
not everyone is wrapped in love,
in a soul that sees their scars and calls them beautiful,
that holds them tight, flaws and all,
and whispers, "I would never trade you."
Remember—
we are among the blessed,
to breathe, to feel, to be cherished.
For some, the night stretches endless,
and tomorrow is just a dream.
So today, be thankful,
for every heartbeat,
for every tender glance,
for the love that anchors you,
for the fortune of now,
because tomorrow may never come.
