Allow yourself to rest, human.
For of all the obstacles you will ever face,
you, your own restless mind,
your own unforgiving heart,
your own stubborn will,
will always be the heaviest one to carry.
You fight battles the world cannot see.
You run toward goals that keep running farther away.
And in the quiet of the night,
when no one is watching,
you become your own harshest critic.
You tear yourself apart for not being enough,
for not moving fast enough,
for not healing soon enough.
But pause.
Breathe.
You are not a machine built to endure endlessly.
You are flesh and soul.
And even the strongest hearts
must rest between storms.
So lay your burdens down for a while.
Let the weight of the world slip from your shoulders.
Close your eyes, not in defeat,
but in defiance
because you are choosing to mend
instead of break.
Rest, human.
For when you rise again,
it won't be as the same weary soul who fell asleep.
It will be as the one who finally learned
that even strength is born from stillness.
And maybe , just maybe,
the moment you stop fighting yourself,
you'll find there was nothing in your way
but you.