Snail trails glisten
in the sun,

but only if you stop to notice.

Each path is different.
Each shimmer, a silent story.

The snail never questions its direction or compares its sparkle to the one beside it.

It simply moves,
slowly, steadily,
leaving beauty in its wake.

You, too, are leaving a trail.

With every kind word, every boundary held, every moment you chose to keep going.

Your path is not meant to look like anyone else’s. 

Its magic lies in how it twists,
pauses,
spirals,
and glows.

You are not lost. 

You are simply traveling in your own sacred way.