Sometimes we get insecure about the future.
Not sometimes, a lot of times.
This is probably because some of us we are a quitter.
I have searching for something to call my own, something to tell me who I am, but to no avail.
I often wonder if I will ever finish what I start. I don’t want to dream big for fear of being let down, of disappointing myself and disappointing those around me: I am afraid of who I want to be but don’t think I can be.
If only I could find something solid, unchanging—worthwhile to invest myself in.
If I found such a thing, something in which to pour my heart and soul, to love, live and die for, then I would walk confidently.
And yet…I have found what I have been searching for, what I long for, sometimes I just forget to remember what Love is.