I didn’t seek shelter before I was in the eye of the tornado. I walked in headstrong. Fighting with natural resources old as time.
Yet another world view shattered. Shivers of absolute disgust. Another safe harbor demolished and evaporated. And I know wholeheartedly that I don’t have it worst. And that make things even harder. That my reality as of now — isn’t even close to what could’ve happened.
And how wish that I was bigger. The bigger person, had more life experience, knew more, could do more. Always in the limbo of being too much or not enough. Floating among waves of emotions and all I wish to do is to throw my anchor. That I’ll some day make it safe to shore. That I don’t have to sail the world in search for stability.
But for now, I’ll sail. I feel the winds in my sails, speeding up towards change. And all I can do is to navigate even if my compass is broken.
