Some days, “still trying” is the whole victory.
Good evening. Standing on the Ledge.
I’m not sure yet whether this belongs on Unplugged Pagan or Standing on the Ledge. Maybe it belongs in both places — because some truths don’t care what label we put on them. They just show up when we need them.
Something crossed my feed today — a meme that was titled “Broken but Still Trying.” It hit that familiar nerve: the quiet kind of tired, the private kind of pain, the kind you carry without putting it on display.
I’m not going to repost it word-for-word here. But the heart of it was simple: some days I feel broken… and still I wake up and try again. Small steps. Easy steps. Breathing through the ache. Not giving up.
And that brought me back to an old friend — someone I’ve mentioned before. He’s not with us anymore. I miss him. And I want to share something he wrote that once steadied me:
When you are on your path and are walking towards that which lights your way, there will be a shadow behind you. If you don’t see the shadow, but trust that it is with you, then you’re going in the right direction. Keep moving forward, and we will have your back.
There was another line that circled this same idea — sometimes attributed as a Māori proverb, sometimes shared without a clear source:
Turn your face to the sun, and the shadows will fall behind you.
My friend went further in that post, and it stuck with me:
I like the idea that there are always lights, and where there are lights, there are shadows. If we are the shadows, we can keep the bad things away.
Knowing him, it’s a little haunting and a little perfect. He dressed in black. He lived near the edges of rooms. He had that way of “lurking” that wasn’t menace — it was watchfulness. Protective. Like he was taking the seat nobody else wanted, because he believed someone had to.
And it makes me wonder what he meant by “bad things.” What was he chasing off? What was he guarding against?
I don’t know. But I recognize the shape of it.
Sociologically, people like that often become unofficial keepers of the perimeter. Every group has them — the ones who notice what others ignore, who absorb tension so others can laugh, who stand between the fragile and the sharp. Sometimes they do it because they’ve learned the world can turn fast. Sometimes because nobody protected them when it mattered. So they choose to be the shadow on purpose.
Psychologically, this is what meaning-making can look like when life has left dents. If you can’t erase pain, you try to give it a job. You turn it into vigilance, loyalty, guardianship. You make a story strong enough to carry what you’ve survived.
Someone else commented on that same thread: “It is in the darkest shadows that the work is done for the brightest lights.” And another: “The brighter the flames, the darker the shadows.”
Light and dark. Flame and shadow. Trying and breaking and trying again.
Here’s what I’m taking from all this tonight:
If you’re still moving — even badly, even slowly, even with tears in your throat — you’re not finished. If you’re facing the light, the shadow behind you isn’t proof that something is wrong. It can be proof that you’re walking forward.
And if you can’t see who has your back right now — if the grief is loud, if the room feels empty — you can still trust this: the people who mattered leave their fingerprints on how we keep going. Sometimes that’s the only kind of “afterlife” we can prove. A sentence that steadies you. A memory that stands watch. A shadow that says, keep moving.
That’s all for today. Godspeed.
Unplugged Pagan 