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The Weight of a 'Maybe'


There are days when I feel lost, days when I feel fine, and days when I don't understand myself at all. So I wrote this straight from the heart, without filters, without trying to make it perfect. Just me putting my feelings into words, the way they came.

We talk about clarity like it's something you find one day — like it's sitting somewhere waiting for you to arrive. But what if it isn't? What if clarity is something that comes and goes, and most of the time, we're just living in the in-between? In the space between knowing and not knowing. In the space of maybe.


Life is good
whether I’m doing good or not,
still, life is good.
I can be sad,
happy,
angry,
lazy,
sleepy.
I might be good at studies or maybe not,
maybe I’m not studying hard enough,
maybe I’m not doing enough for my future,
maybe I don’t even know what I have to do.
No direction,
no clarity,
no idea where to start.
Maybe I’m a good person,
maybe I’m becoming one,
maybe I only say it
but I’m not.
Maybe I’m in a dream,
maybe I am the dream,
maybe I’m just… me.
I want to achieve everything,
but I don’t know the recipe.
Maybe I’m lost,
maybe my spark is hiding,
maybe I’m searching for a path
I haven’t seen yet.
I need a light
maybe I have a candle
but no matchstick.
Maybe I’ve already found my spark,
but I can’t recognize its glow.
Maybe I’m at the starting point,
everything ready
except the push
but I can’t push.
Maybe I need help,
but I don’t ask.
Maybe I need something
I don’t know.
Maybe I know the road,
but not the right turn.
Maybe.

I don't know if anyone else feels this way. But I think they do. I think most of us are walking around with a maybe inside us — a quiet uncertainty we don't talk about out loud because everyone around us seems so sure of themselves. Maybe they're not. Maybe they're just better at hiding the weight of their own maybes.

And maybe that's okay. Maybe not having all the answers right now doesn't mean you're behind. Maybe it just means you're honest. Maybe the people who sit with their uncertainty long enough eventually find something real on the other side of it.

Or maybe not.

Maybe.

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