One Breath, One Step

One Breath, One Step

They claimed you were just another cog, replaceable and ordinary. But you never believed it. Deep down, you carried something no one could steal, though it often felt buried under stacks of unfinished work, blank screens, and dreams you barely dared to name.

Nights stretched long. Mornings blinked by. Questions gathered in the silence:
Where next? If not forward, then where?

When the world went quiet, shadows crept in, old regrets and voices you thought were gone, moving through the room like slow fog. They pressed close, trying to reclaim the ground you had fought for. No answers waited in your pockets. Certainty stayed out of reach. Still, something stubborn pulled you upright, one shaky step at a time.

Then, unexpectedly, you met another wanderer, someone whose scars resembled your own. Hesitation lingered, but with them, trust grew in the hush between words. Their eyes told you they had stood at the edge too. And for once, you spoke before overthinking could knock you off balance. It steadied you in ways you didn’t expect.

The doubts stayed. Your mind circled, chasing the what-ifs, hearing the clock tick faster with each passing hour. The way ahead never grew simple. But you learned that survival wasn’t about seeing the whole map. It was about the next breath, the next step, moving even when the path was hidden.

So you climbed, not fast, not flawlessly, not without pain, but always forward.

One breath.
One step.
Again and again.