I guess I'm trying to figure out where I belong. I'm trying to come to terms with my place in the world. You see, sometimes I know exactly what I'm here to do. Sometimes, I wake up in the morning and my eyes are fierce with the light that I wish to spread to the lives of people everywhere. But sometimes, those long dreary days when the sky is grey and the sunlight dim, I lose track of what I'm doing. I forget my purpose and my goals, and I just want to curl up under a rock. I just want to forget everything and everyone for a while and tuck away into the tenderness of my heart. We're all on a journey. We're trying to unravel the meaning of life while staying open to new possibilities with each new day. We're making small attempts to welcome our growth and learning experience, but sometimes we're still lost. Sometimes, we worry whether we will ever know what we're here to do. Sometimes, we search frantically in the eyes and arms for others for a sense own souls. I guess what I'm trying to say is that life is a gentle but way journey, and sometimes, the struggle is real. But sometimes, it all makes sense and we realise that we will get where we're supposed to be eventually — because that is the only way we can truly grow and heal.

February 27, 2021.