There are moments when I’m not comfortable with myself, with the place where I am, with the way I am.
I struggle to understand what got me here and almost every time I want a way out.
Almost every time, because sometimes, I prefer the struggle, the unrest.
I prefer all this because it stretches me. Perhaps this is how I grow. It is challenging to face my fears and disappointments, dissolve my regrets and move away.
Embracing these battles gives me purpose and if i win, it helps me find those few seconds of peace. Like the peace I got now.
I am at peace, my little world does not make any noise and people around me don’t even notice I exist.
I think I like it this way.