The Courage to Commit

As I look to the left and to the right,

I see a restless tide of wandering souls,

Feet forever shifting, hearts never anchored-

Belief worn thin by the fear of standing still.

No true believers remain,

Only travelers who turn at every tremor,

Who abandon the road the moment it resists them,

Mistaking discomfort for destiny’s refusal.

At the first sign of struggle, they retreat

Convinced the path was wrong all along

Charmed by whispers of easier ground,

Where effort is light and rewards arrive unearned.

The grass, they say, is always greener elsewhere,

So they roam endlessly between fields,

Never kneeling long enough to tend the soil,

Never patient enough to witness blossoms break the earth

They leave before the roots can deepen,

Before the seasons can do their quiet work,

Before the hardships transforms into harvest,

And perseverance reveals it hidden grace

Focus has become a forgotten language,

A discipline buried beneath constant noise.

Commitment – once sacred, once brave-

Now teeters on the edge of extinction.

What changed, I wonder, and when?

Did the world grow louder than the soul can bear?

Did distraction, learn to shout louder than purpose,

Until stillness felt unbearable, even threatening?

We scroll past meaning, swipe away depth,

Trade devotion for convivence,

Mistake motion for progress

And confuse freedom with escape.

Yet the truest beauty never blooms in haste.

It asks for time, for patience, for faith-

For the courage to remain when leaving feels easier.

For strength to stay when doubt comes knocking.

To commit is not to be blind,

But to believe deeply enough to endure.

To stand firm when the wind test your resolve,

And trust the storms are part of becoming whole.

For those who stay, who water their ground,

Who refuse to run when the road grows steep

They are the ones who see what others never will –

Because staying is the quiet miracle the restless will never witness.