Something I reflected on Today. A self talk. To myself. To you. One step

One Step

Sometimes, life feels like it has paused in a grey, echoing silence. Thoughts crowd the mind, and everything starts to blend into a dull blur. Growth seems stalled, ambitions fade into shadows, and the future becomes something we fear rather than look forward to. But in those moments, when the weight of existence feels too much, one thing matters the most:

Taking that one step <3.

It doesn’t have to be grand. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be taken. Just do it. 

When the mind is overwhelmed and the heart is heavy, space is necessary. A pause. A breath. And then....a push. Push yourself gently, but purposefully, out of the comfort zone that has begun to rot into stagnation. Because no dream was born in safety. No growth was born in stillness. Push yourself because somewhere someone or something needs you to be better. Don't blame anyone. Don't blame yourself. These hardships will also pass. If you just take a step. 

Work hard, yes. And pray harder. If the matter is in your hands and you can make it better somehow, strive with all you have. If not, leave it in the Hands of the Most Merciful, the Protector, the Overseer, the All-Knowing. Trust Him. Cry to Him. Break down in front of Him. Because even when the world turns its back on you, His door never closes.

You may forget to pray. You may feel numb. You may think you’ve reached your end. But as long as you rise again (even with shaky knees and a trembling voice) you are not lost.

Every time you stop yourself from spiraling back. Every time you choose future rather than choosing old fruitless pain. Every time you think back on your mistakes and work to make amends even if it's quietly. Everytime you fight your desire for greater good. Every effort you made to be better even if it's tinier than an ant. Trust me, it is not unseen. You will feel it. 

Let your steps falter. Let them shake. But don’t let your faith falter.

I still haven’t won. I still carry a heart that cracks under pressure. I still speak to myself in silent screams. There are things I pray for, dreams I long to hold, mistakes I try to mend. I haven’t reached the finish line. But I took the step. I walked toward peace.

And that matters.

So if you’re reading this and life feels like too much—get up. Even if you don’t feel like it. Even if you’re tired, ashamed, guilty, or broken.

Do it for the ones you love. Do it for the ones you have hurt. Do it for the version of yourself you still believe in.

Do it for yourself.

Because just one step can start a journey.

And I promise, you will not regret it.