There’s a point in life where the shine wears off.
You’ve been through enough storms to know that rainbows aren’t promises—they’re just light refracted through water. People you trusted turned out to be strangers in disguise. Dreams you chased either broke in your hands or slowly crumbled when the reality of them didn’t match the picture in your head.
Some call it growing up, but I call it wearing down. Each disappointment sanded off another layer of hope until the surface was raw and indifferent. I don’t buy into fairy tales, political speeches, or even the idea that hard work guarantees a better future. I’ve seen too much to believe the world plays fair.
It’s not bitterness—it’s just the quiet knowledge that nothing is sacred, nothing is certain, and very few things are truly what they seem. And when you’ve learned that lesson enough times, belief turns into observation. You stop waiting for things to get better and start just getting through.
Maybe that’s survival.
Maybe it’s just what’s left when you’ve used up all your faith
Shane higdon 