What keeps me awake at night is the fact that there are just so many things in this world that I am not. I've been meaning to find myself for a long time, but it seems I am perpetually stuck at my countless "fresh starts." I wish that I had come to this world with a tag that says, "This baby will grow up to be..." so I had something to work with in the first place.
I couldn't decide whether to end this with:
"Dear God,
I'm tired! Just hand me the answers already."
or
"Dear Universe,
I don't know!"
Go figure.
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It has battered my ego and bruised my pride. It destroyed the identity & reputation I've been trying to build for a long time. But from the remains, I will rise again. For the heart is built with the only substance in the universe that can only become stronger, after it's been broken.
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