Lessons I Created from Meaningless Bullshit

Because some things don’t teach you anything— until you decide they will.

Most of it didn’t mean anything. Not in a cosmic way. Not in a “meant to be” way.

The apology that never came. The breadcrumb texts. The long silences that spoke louder than the words ever did. The way they clung to me for warmth and ran when they started melting.

The text that never got answered. The conversations that spiraled into nothing. The people who came in loud and left quiet.

It wasn’t divine. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t always a mirror. It was chaos. Wrapped in ego. Wearing the mask of fate.

But I decided to make it mean something.

I chose to wring insight from the mess. To find clarity in chaos.

Because if I didn’t, it would’ve just stayed pain.

So no— this isn’t a gratitude post.

This isn’t “thank you for hurting me, I grew.”

This is: “You fumbled me, and I sharpened myself anyway.”

I alchemized what you wasted.

That’s the difference.

And that’s what makes it Lit.

Written from the wreckage. Posted from the peace.

-KG