A Second Chance

Some stories begin with a clean slate.

Mine didn’t.

Mine started with echoes.
With memories that whispered who I used to be.
With mistakes that stayed longer than they should have.
With a version of myself I sometimes wished I could outgrow or outrun.

But the past doesn’t let go that easily.

It lingers.
Not to punish you, but to remind you.
Of what you survived.
Of what still matters.
Of what you swore you’d do differently, next time.

Because sometimes, life gives you that rare gift:
A second chance.

A moment where the two worlds meet who you were and who you’re becoming.
A chance to rewrite not the beginning, but the ending.
Not to forget the past, but to finally move forward because of it.

I’m not who I was.
And I’m not yet who I will be.

But today right here, right now  I stand in between two worlds.
With everything I’ve learned.
With everything I’ve lost.
With hope in one hand, and memory in the other.

And this time, I won't let the moment pass.

This time, I choose differently.

This time, I walk toward the future with both eyes open.