Writefully Me✨

Do we ever get to a point where we actually solve for x? 🤔

Every day feels like an equation
unknowns scattered across the board of my mind.
I wake up and the universe says,
“Here, solve for x.”
And I sigh… because I thought I solved it yesterday.
But life—
life doesn’t mark you right or wrong,
it just gives you another question.

Some days the numbers make sense.
Peace equals prayer plus rest.
Joy equals gratitude minus fear.
But other days… the formula breaks.
Nothing adds up.
Faith feels small.
And I find myself dividing hope by exhaustion,
trying to carry the remainder of my own strength.

No one tells you that living
isn’t about getting all the answers right—
it’s about showing up to the test anyway.
It’s about whispering,
“I don’t know, but I’m still here.”
It’s about trusting
that God already knows the equation,
even when I can’t find the pattern.

Maybe x isn’t something to solve—
maybe x is me.
Becoming.
Learning.
Trying.
Still standing.

So tonight, I’ll stop fighting the unknowns.
I’ll rest in the mystery.
Because maybe the beauty of life
isn’t in solving for x,
but in realizing
I was the answer all along.
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