After the fall, after the rising, comes the hardest part: moving forward.
Because standing up is one thing — but learning to walk again, to trust again, to live again, that is where the real courage lies.

At first, every step feels uncertain.
The ground seems fragile, the air too heavy, the silence too loud. You look around and expect the shadows of yesterday to grab your ankles and pull you down again. But they don’t. The only thing holding you is fear.

And fear is not forever.

So I start walking, even if my legs shake.
Some days it’s one step. Some days it’s many. Some days I stumble and fall again, but each time I do, I rise quicker than before. Because now I know that falling is not failure — it is part of the journey.

The light doesn’t come all at once.
It comes in fragments: a smile from a stranger, a laugh you didn’t know was still inside you, a moment of peace in the middle of chaos. These fragments are proof that the world still has beauty for you, if only you keep walking toward it.

Walking through the light doesn’t mean the darkness is gone.
It means you are learning to live with it, to let it exist without letting it own you.
It means you are choosing, again and again, to move toward hope instead of despair.

And one day, without even realizing it, you look back and see how far you’ve come.
The fall didn’t end you.
The rise didn’t just save you.
The walk… the walk made you alive again.

Always and Forever

💬 What small steps have helped you move forward after difficult days? Share them in the comments — they might be the encouragement someone else needs today.