TIRED

It's a word that hangs heavy in the air, a whispered sigh from the depths of the soul. Tired is not just the physical exhaustion that pulls at your limbs; it's the weariness that seeps into your very being. Tired is the quiet surrender to the night's embrace, the hushed lullaby of sleep calling you home. Tired is the lines etched on a weathered face, the silent testament to a life well-lived. Tired is the inkling that there must be more to this relentless existence, a whisper that begs for respite. It's a reminder that rest is as vital as endeavor, that in the quiet moments of exhaustion, we find the space to reflect and renew. Tired is a word that unites us. It's a word that carries the weight of our shared experiences and the promise of rest in the arms of tomorrow.