Dodging Bullets Daily
Wake up.
The world is already firing.
Bills like bullets — fast, aimed, no warning.
Rent, light, data, transport.
Duck.
Rent again next month.
Stress comes in like shrapnel.
A text that cuts.
A job that drains.
A “we need to talk” at midnight.
Bend low.
Keep breathing.
Some days it’s your own mind —
the doubts that fly faster than sound,
whispering “you won’t make it, you’re behind, you’re not enough.”
Cover your head with both hands
and walk anyway.
Hunger, silence, rejection, traffic, tears at 2am…
Each one a shot fired at a life that’s just trying to stand.
But look: we’re still bent, not broken.
Still moving, even while dodging.
Still choosing to stand up after every near-miss.
Surviving isn’t pretty.
It’s a daily dance with things aimed to stop you.
It’s scars you don’t show.
It’s “I’m good” when you’re not.
Yet here we are.
Ducking. Rising. Surviving.
One bullet, one problem, one breath at a time.
And every day we dodge,
we prove we’re harder to kill than we thought.
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Shakes Zerocool_354||Elevated in Christ