Somewhere Between Trying and Becoming

By Adewusi Aisha 

Somewhere in the world

someone is waking up tired,

not because they slept too little

but because life

has been asking too many questions lately.

Somewhere

someone is staring at the ceiling at 2 a.m.,

counting mistakes instead of sheep,

wondering if they are moving forward

or simply walking in circles.

We don’t talk about these moments enough.

The quiet battles.

The days when motivation hides

and courage whispers instead of shouts.

The mornings when getting out of bed

already feels like an achievement.

People say

“everything will work out,”

but they rarely tell you

how heavy the waiting can feel.

Because becoming

is not a straight road.

It is missing opportunities

and learning from them too late.

It is falling apart quietly

and putting yourself back together

before anyone notices.

It is laughing with friends

while carrying worries in your chest,

smiling in photographs

while your mind is somewhere else entirely.

And still

somehow,

we keep moving.

We chase dreams

even when the path disappears.

We believe in tomorrow

even when today feels uncertain.

Maybe that is the strange beauty of being human.

We break,

we bend,

we doubt ourselves

more times than we can count.

But we also try again.

And again.

And again.

Because deep inside every heart

there is a stubborn little voice

that refuses to give up.

A voice that says

even on the heaviest days:

“Keep going.

You are still becoming.”