Not a bargain, not a name.
Respects never just a prize to claim,
Not, a debt, nor a mark that's made,
Respect is never just a prize to trade.
"It’s just a moment, a truth—an awareness that we together made"
A weight we see in another’s stance,
Even if they never ask for the chance.
It’s the weight of a soul that stands,
Even when no one holds out their hands.
It’s the weight of a soul that stands alone,
That's Unasked, Unclaimed, yet fully known.
Not just for those who rise to be seen,
But for those who exist—silent, unseen.
Not just for those who rise and shine,
But for the ones who stand—by choice, by time.
#thought
Something that already exists within people, whether they see it in themselves or not.
Maybe it’s not about proving worth but about seeing value. Not about placing someone above or below, but about understanding where they stand, what they carry, what they’ve lived.
In that sense, respect isn’t a reward or a transaction—it’s an awareness. A way of acknowledging the weight of someone’s existence, their moments, their truths, even if they never ask for it
I think respect is recognition—of presence, of experience, of existence itself. It’s not always about status, achievement, or even morality. Sometimes, it’s just about acknowledging that someone has walked a path you haven’t, lived moments you’ll never fully understand.
But respect isn’t submission, and it isn’t blind. It doesn’t mean agreement, admiration, or obedience. It’s simply a way of saying, I see that you are, and that means something.