This Is A Daily Reminder by Nicolette

This is a daily reminder
To relax,
To not get angry over small things,
To stay calm.

This is a daily reminder
To be yourself,
To not care what people think,
To know you can be anything.

This is a daily reminder
To love yourself,
To not hurt yourself,
To not work yourself up.

This is a daily reminder
That you are beautiful,
That you are amazing,
That you will succeed.

This is a daily reminder
To always have hope,
To have faith,
To know everything will be okay.

This is a daily reminder
That you have made it so far already,
That you haven’t given up,
That whatever you’re doing is right,
And that you are going to be amazing.

Don’t give up.
Keep holding on and believing.

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At first glance, this poem feels simple.

Gentle encouragement.
A list of affirmations.
The kind of words people scroll past quickly because they seem too soft to carry weight.

But simplicity is often misunderstood.

Because sometimes the hardest thing a person can do is not survive catastrophe.

It’s learning how to speak kindly to themselves on an ordinary Tuesday.

That’s where this poem quietly matters.

Not in grand declarations.
Not in literary complexity.

But in repetition.

“This is a daily reminder…”

Daily.

Because self-worth is rarely a lesson learned once and permanently kept. Most people wake up having to negotiate with their own mind all over again.

To quiet the voice that says:

• you’re behind
• you’re failing
• you’re too much
• you’re not enough
• everyone else has figured it out except you

That voice doesn’t disappear because someone posts a motivational quote online. Real life is heavier than that.

Which is why the poem works best when read not as certainty—but as practice.

A person reminding themselves to breathe.
To soften.
To stay.
To not turn every mistake into evidence of worthlessness.

There’s courage in that kind of repetition.

Especially in a culture that rewards exhaustion, comparison, and self-destruction disguised as ambition.

We are taught to optimize ourselves relentlessly:
Work harder.
Produce more.
Be better.
Fix everything immediately.

Very few people are taught how to rest without guilt.
Or how to exist without constantly proving their value.

So a poem like this can sound naïve to cynical ears.

But maybe cynicism is sometimes just exhaustion wearing armor.

Because beneath all the noise, most people still need reminders:

• that healing is uneven
• that progress can be invisible for a while
• that surviving another day still counts
• that being human does not require perfection

And perhaps the line that matters most is the quietest one:

“You haven’t given up.”

For many people, that alone is an achievement no one else fully sees.

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Reflection Prompts

• What do you repeatedly say to yourself when no one else is around?
• Do you treat encouragement as weakness while accepting self-criticism as truth?
• What would change if you spoke to yourself with the same patience you offer others?