This life no balance.

I heard it growing up,

But never felt it

Until I walked my own road.

Life hands us different cards,

Though we all enter the same game.

Some wake to plenty,

While others wake to struggle,

Chasing crumbs of what they dream.

We all look at someone else’s life,

Thinking theirs is easier, brighter, fuller.

Yet they may envy what we hold,

A piece of peace, a spark of joy,

A life we barely notice as ours.

We crave meaning in others’ stories,

Blind to the chaos in our own.

A missing puzzle, a broken step,

A single flaw can shake a world,

And leave us wondering why it all feels heavy.

Still, life goes on,

Ups and downs, highs and lows.

We stumble, we fall, we rise.

We learn that balance is a myth,

A dream we chase between breaths and heartbeats.

Yet in this imbalance,

We find ourselves.

We grow, we fight, we love,

We survive, we rise, we shine.

Because even when life no balance,

It is still ours,

And somehow, that is enough.