NEPHART.COM

What mistake was that…

which I committed in life?

I thought

I was bigger

than the image

society carved for me.

They used labels instead of chisels,

opinions instead of measurements,

and somehow expected me

to fit inside their pocket-sized truth.

I tried.

I shrank.

I smiled.

That…

was the mistake.

Life is simple.

Painfully simple.

Until you start scratching a pimple

that only needed

time.

Not pressure.

Not nails.

Not obsession.

Just patience.

But we are impatient creatures.

We poke our wounds

and call it healing.

Come closer.

Share your dreams with me.

Not the polished ones

you rehearse at interviews.

The raw ones.

The embarrassing ones.

The dreams you whisper

only when the lights are off

and even hope is half-asleep.

I cannot promise to make them real.

But I promise this

I will not laugh.

I will walk with you

until reality starts negotiating.

They say love is blind.

No.

Love sees too much.

It sees potential where fear sees risk.

It sees tomorrow while today is still screaming.

Love simply doesn’t have

the correct lens

to examine people

the way suspicion does.

That is not blindness.

That is courage

without armor.

Someone once asked me,

“How do I become rich?”

I said,

“You already are.”

They laughed.

Of course they did.

So I said,

“If you don’t believe me,

walk into the cave of your heart.”

Not run.

Walk.

Walk far enough

that noise gets tired.

Far enough

that expectations turn back.

Far enough

that even your name dissolves.

And there

you will find it.

A treasure

that does not glitter,

does not depreciate,

does not ask permission

from circumstance.

Once you touch it,

poverty becomes a situation,

not an identity.

Loss becomes weather,

not destiny.

And no matter

how deprived life tries to make you,

you will remain

untouchably rich.

So no…

my mistake was not dreaming too big.

My mistake

was forgetting

that I was already enough

before the world

gave me a mirror.