Your path is not about pretending the righteousness is yours— something meets us where we are. Not a straight line, not a plan you drafted in the dark, but a different road, and still— something finds its way through. A person. A moment. A collision soft as weather, sudden as a name. Call it what you need to call it. It comes anyway. It always comes. And you don't have to be ready. You rarely are. You just have to still be here when it arrives—breathing, broken, half-convinced it passed you by. That is enough. That has always been enough.
And when it comes, you won't be ready. That's the point. Readiness is for people who haven't been broken open yet—who still believe arrival is something you earn. But you've already paid. You've already sat in the wreckage long enough to know the difference between waiting and surviving. So when it comes—and it comes—you don't have to explain yourself. You just have to let it land.
Written by Vincent Poe.