Coal - by G.G.A.O.

It's Black.It's Rough.It's Unassuming. At first, It doesn't exactly look like much.No sparkle, No shine.No “look at me, I am valuable” kind of beauty. It sits quietly in the dark,covered in dust,carrying within it a heatyou cannot see from the outside. And guess what,That........That is how life is Sometimes,you will look at yourself and think,**“Is this really all I am?”** Because you don't sparkle yet.Because nobody is clapping yet.Because your life doesn't look like the pictureyou had in your head. But honestly, just like coalYou are precious,Just in the rawest form possible If there's a word like that Sometimes, life will bury you. Under pressure.Under disappointment.Under unanswered prayers.Under mistakes.Under seasons that make you wonderif God forgot your address. But coal teaches us something— **Being buried doesn't mean being finished.** Coal is refined under pressure.And sometimes,the pressure you're complaining aboutis producing something in youthat comfort never could. The darkness doesn't meanthere is nothing happening. Some things grow in the dark.Some things are formed in silence.Some becoming happenswhere nobody can see you. So breathe. Live. Even here. Even when you're not where you want to be.Even when your plans have gone sideways.Even when you have to start again.Even when you feel ordinary. **Live.** Because coal doesn't spend its entire existencetrying to prove that it is a diamond. It simply becomeswhat it was made to become.It is seen, found figured outAnd it is refined And maybe you should too. Stop waiting for the perfect seasonabefore you allow yourself to live. Laugh now.Learn now.Love people.Make mistakes.Try again.Sing loudly.Dream ridiculously.Pray deeply.Create.Grow. Be alive. Because life is not only aboutthe day you finally become everythingyou dreamed you would be. Life is alsothe becoming. The pressure.The process.The tiny victories.The “God, I don't understand this” moments.The days you criedand still got up. And perhaps one day,you will look back at the version of youwho thought she was only coaland realize— **You were carrying firethe whole time.** So, my dear, Don't despise your rough edges.Don't curse the season because it is dark.Don't mistake hiddenness for worthlessness. There is still heat in you.There is still purpose in you.There is still life in you. Even though it feels like nothing is brewing All seems to be normalLook deeply You'd see how precious you are As long as there is life..... **LIVE.** Not tomorrow. Not when everything makes sense. **Now.** And from me; Dear reader, coming across ths isn't just coincidence. It's a reminder that you are precious. All might feel ordinary but see yourself in the light of a coal. From the little things you have accomplished, to the big things you are aspiring to be. You are that coal waiting to be figured out and refined so while your are still buried, make the best of it. Make sure there's enough coal ready to make thousands of diamonds. You my dear reader are precious and so so special. Always remember that. 🤍🔥

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