You ever sit and wonder why?

Why get up? Why try again?
Why put your heart back into the same fire that burned you last time?

Simple.
You get up.
You try again.
You fail.
But you never stop attempting.

See, insanity—that’s a word made up by the less dedicated.
A label slapped on persistence by those who gave up too soon.
Headstrong—now that’s the word.
That’s the anthem.
It’s not stubbornness. It’s not pride.
It’s self-willed progression.
It’s knowing that every fall teaches you how to land softer, rise faster, aim sharper.

Each attempt?
It’s a lesson dressed in bruises.
A whisper that says, “You’re closer than you were yesterday.”

And that question—why?
It answers itself.
Not in the beginning. Not even in the middle.
But at the end of the struggle.
When the dust settles.
When the silence is no longer empty, but earned.

That’s when you know.
That’s when why becomes because.

😉🙏

©️Beatriz Esmer