The Wreckage Is Inevitable

The Wreckage Is Inevitable

Its coming, it always comes,
And the sooner you learn to dance with it,
The sooner you’ll learn to feel the rush of the unknown
Without flinching,
Without second-guessing,
Without looking back at the life you left behind.

So you take that step,
You leap into the dark with nothing but your heartbeat
And the whispers of the world behind you.
And maybe you fall.
Maybe you crash.
Like shards of glass in the night.
For once, you’re free.
For once, you’re raw.
For once, you’re not pretending.
You are alive in a way you’ve never been before,
A way that no amount of control could ever make you.

And this is what the unknown is–
It’s not a threat, it’s not a danger,
It’s a calling.
A calling to stop pretending,
To stop hiding,
To stop waiting for permission to be yourself.
And when you embrace it,
You don’t just live–you burn,
You burn with everything you are,
And when the fire finally dies down,
The unknown doesn’t break you,
It shapes you.
It makes you more than you ever thought you could be.