The Search

As a kid, we grew up thinking what we're going to be. "I'll be the president!", said some. None of the idealisms exist. Dreams seem so reachable, that we dare to hang it up, up in the sky.

I grew up, not knowing what to be. Some people around me, they seem to have the exact path paved in front of them. They just got to live it. And in the other direction, sometimes I feel like I'm walking blindfolded. Not knowing where to go, not knowing how to get there.

And now, I'm living my life, sometimes still wondering. Sometimes I shine, sometimes the lights go dim on me. I make mistakes. I fall down, I crash on my knees. Tears pour down, scars form. And I feel like, I'm still in the search.

I don't know where I'm going, I still don't. But faith, it builds up inside as I go through. A little sound whispering in my ear, telling me I should just keep going. I will eventually be, in the right place, in the right time. Somehow, someway.

I'm not living the perfect life, and I won't. But I feel like it's enough for me. There's just too much to be thankful for, than to be grumbled about. It's all a matter of perspective. And it's enough. To survive, to get up and fight, to find who I really am.

I will get there. I will find my true self.

But for now, I'm still in the search.

Are you?