What Life’s Showing You

It never knocks. Never asks if you’re ready. It just arrives. A pattern looping back again, a silence that hums louder than words, a door you keep walking past.

You can ignore it. Dismiss it as coincidence. Call it bad luck, call it fate, call it nothing at all. But it doesn’t care what name you give it—it keeps speaking. In the things that break, in the things that won’t let go, in the ache that follows you like a shadow.

You can fight it, outrun it, pretend you don’t see it. Or you can turn toward it. Trace its edges. Let it tell you what you’re not willing to hear. Because it’s not just showing you pain—it’s showing you the way through.

What keeps repeating? What refuses to be unseen?

Pay attention. Life isn’t trying to punish you. It’s trying to wake you up.