Hello there, am new here and i am a new writer.
i write what i feel and am willing to share my writing with those who might care.
you can call me Marco
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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@marco-w
Hello there, am new here and i am a new writer.
i write what i feel and am willing to share my writing with those who might care.
you can call me Marco
I fought for what I wanted with everything I had—every ounce of heart, every drop of effort, every sleepless night and stubborn hope.
And still, I lost it.
But that loss doesn’t define my worth.
It doesn’t mean I was unworthy, or that I fell short.
It simply means this wasn’t mine to keep.
Some dreams, no matter how fiercely we love them, are only meant to pass through our lives—to teach us, shape us, and gently push us forward.
Releasing it isn’t giving up.
It’s trusting that the story being written for me is bigger than the chapter I tried so hard to hold onto.
Because deep down, I know:
one day—quietly, unexpectedly—something better will arrive.
Not a replacement, but the real thing.
Something that doesn’t demand I fight to prove I deserve it.
Something that feels like peace instead of struggle.
Something that looks at me and says, “Finally. There you are.”
I may not know when that day will come.
But I believe in it the way you believe in dawn after the longest night—
not because you can see it yet,
but because you know the darkness can’t last forever.
So I’ll keep my heart open.
I’ll keep walking.
And when that better thing finds me,
I’ll be ready to receive it—not as a consolation,
but as the quiet, beautiful answer to everything I’ve carried.
One day.
Just one day.
We fear death—yet in that fear, we sometimes bring it upon others.
We fear the full truth—yet we chase it relentlessly until it finds us.
Fear is more than a survival instinct, more than fight or flight.
It exists to remind us of our limits: that we are neither the strongest nor the wisest.
You fear losing what you’ve worked hardest to build.
and though you deny it, the fear remains.
But here is the deeper truth:
Whatever path you take, you will one day face that fear.
You will confront it.
And you will rise victorious.