Here’s to finding light today.

 I didn’t have the motivation to write a new piece.

And even now, I’m not sure I do.

In my head, I said I was going to post every week.

I haven’t posted since last week Tuesday.

Not because I didn’t want to,

but because I kept telling myself, “Tomorrow.”

And even today, I almost whispered it again.

(But if you’re reading this, then I didn’t.)

I’ve started four drafts this week,

unfinished thoughts scattered in my notes,

each one abandoned halfway through

because I just wasn’t feeling it.

But someone told me to not overthink the next art I want to birth and just do it—to keep showing up.

I love being who I am, it’s extremely beautiful.

I don’t need grand reasons to be motivated.

sometimes, all it takes is a gentle thing, a kind word, a passing breeze

and suddenly,

 I feel like I can take on the world, 

I’m reminded that maybe I still believe in beautiful days.

Do you know why I decided to write this morning,

before my 8 a.m. class?

My grandma called.

We only spoke for two minutes.

She prayed for me and just like that,

 the day felt lighter.

Brighter.

I don’t know yet if it is a good day,

but I’m certain it would be.

That’s how I like to live—by giving meaning to the smallest things.

A two-minute call.

A little “omg I’m so beautiful.”

A soft breeze in the morning.

I’ve always said I’m not a morning person.

But maybe I don’t want to believe that anymore.

Because it contradicts the kind of life I long for—

one that sees magic in the early hours, even in the drowsy ones.

I could be having a test, a presentation, or a long day, I’d still give my friends reasons to say, “I don’t understand what’s making you so happy this morning.”

Maybe it’s anxiety, but I like to think it’s a way to paint my mornings with softness before the noise starts.

You know how they say, “Everything na mindset”?

I think your mindset changes

when you start looking for beauty,

not perfection.

Like telling someone they look beautiful on my way to class

and carrying their smile with me the rest of the day.

I believe joy is a decision.

It’s not something you stumble upon,

it’s something you choose.

You don’t need a grand reason to claim it,

just one that feels enough.

Like in law, where consideration doesn’t have to be sufficient—only adequate.

So maybe today, I choose to have a good day

because my grandma prayed for me.

Maybe tomorrow, it’ll be because the sun looked nice.

Or because I thought about just how much I love my mom.

Or because I remembered a joke.

Or because I decided to be kind

not because the world asked me to,

but because I wanted to.

I’m still a little blank,

but maybe that’s okay.

Maybe what I’m trying to say is this:

We get to choose.

To be kind or cold.

To be happy or gloomy.

To hold on or let go.

You don’t need the perfect reason.

Just one that’s enough.

Hadiqah.O