A single word—
Not given, but discovered.
The Question That Lingers
If you had to choose just one word to describe yourself, what would it be?
Not the word others would choose. Not the one stitched onto résumés or slipped into conversations to make a good impression. But the real one—the one that lingers when no one is watching, the one that shapes the way you move through the world.
For years, I didn’t know mine.
I tried on different words like borrowed coats, seeing which ones fit, which ones made me feel like I was something solid, something defined. Some felt too big, too heavy. Others felt too small, like they could never hold the weight of all that I was.
But then, one day, I stopped searching. And the word found me instead.
The Word That Stays
We spend so much time trying to be something. Trying to fit into ideas of strength, ambition, kindness, intelligence. But at the heart of it, there is always a single word—a quiet, steady thing that does not need to be proven, only accepted.
Some people are fire—bright, undeniable, consuming.
Some people are ocean—deep, steady, capable of both stillness and storm.
Some people are echo—carrying the weight of things long after they have passed.
And some, like me, are bridge—always in between, always connecting, always leading somewhere but never quite arriving.
It took me a long time to see the beauty in that. To understand that some of us are not meant to be destinations, but the space between them.
The Mirror, the Word, the Understanding
If you had to choose just one word to describe yourself, what would it be?
Not the one you think you should be. Not the one you wish you were. But the one that has always been there, waiting to be seen.
Because once you find it, once you name it—
You stop searching for something you already are.
life 
Leave a comment