Even when the world begins in a storm —
when voices clash,
when your throat aches,
when coffee doesn’t stay —
you are still here.

You stood up.
You caught the bus.
You noticed the Milo.
You saw someone fall,
and you stayed aware.

Your presence matters,
even in silence.
Even if no one says thank you.
Even when the chair just says your name.

Take one breath.
Then another.
Not every moment has to be strong.
Some can just be soft.