I found something I love for the journey itself,
Not just the end I used to chase,
I hold on to the process, I keep going,
Maybe I'll fall, maybe I'll break,
Like I said, I'm past caring how it ends,
It might bring me death,
I'm blind to that now,
I lost what came before this moment, what comes after,
I'm not ahead of life, not behind, I'm in sync. I found the pace.
Don't tell me to stop even if I'm wrong,
If I stop, time stops in my planet
Faith will take me to tomorrow,
One day I'll give myself completely to my path,
A drop will fall into the sea of chance,
Perhaps it'll grow, advance, become a wave,
Perhaps it'll reach the shore, or scatter without trace,
Just a possibility, can you live relying on a chance,
One single hope — can it keep you alive? Perhaps...
Writing is my way of understanding myself and the world. Through essays and reflections, I explore identity, language, and transformation — the small moments that shape who we are.
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