Shifting Slowly

People disappoint.

You disappoint.

Humanity disappoints—

a long chain of cracked promises

passed hand to hand

like a cursed heirloom.

Perfection—

we worship it,

chase it,

beg it to save us,

but it slips through our fingers

every time,

lost somewhere

between a lie

and a bite,

between what we want

and what we settle for.

We bruise each other

just trying to exist.

We betray without meaning to,

hurt without noticing,

take without asking,

leave without warning.

So stay humble—

your hands are not clean either.

None of ours are.

Expect less—

not out of cynicism,

but because some people

can only give crumbs

and call it a feast.

Accept more—

not the pain,

not the excuses,

but the truth:

we are all flawed,

fragile,

fumbling creatures

trying to walk through fire

without burning someone else.

And still,

somewhere under the debris

of our worst moments,

a quieter voice whispers:

Try again.

Try anyway.

Try despite everything.

Because hope,

like disappointment,

is also human.