I’m not the person who knows all the answers. In fact, I’ll be the first to admit it and I’ll say it again and again if I need to. I’m okay with not knowing everything.

I’ve come to learn that sometimes, it’s not about having the perfect words or knowing exactly what to say. Sometimes, it’s about just being there. Sitting on the phone when words fail to come or when words simply aren’t needed. Sometimes, it’s about listening really listening without judgment. Hearing someone’s breath, their sighs, or the passion in their voice as they let their emotions pour out.

In those moments, my presence matters more than my words. Whether it’s quiet support or simply being a space for someone to release what they’re holding inside, I’m learning that this can mean everything.

It doesn’t matter what comes out whether it’s anger, pain, joy, or confusion. What matters is that someone feels heard and understood. And sometimes, the best way to offer that is to just sit there, in silence or in solidarity, letting them know they’re not alone.

I’m realizing that the act of simply being there speaks louder than anything I could ever say. Words can be powerful, but they’re not always necessary. After all, most communication is nonverbal.

Each day, I’m discovering the beauty in this. The beauty in just being.