For the longest time I felt like I didn’t have a purpose or something significant to do with my life. I’d try anything, trying to figure out what I’m meant to do in this vast life. So many possibilities, so much to do, so much to accomplish.

I’m pretty sure you think I’ve figured it out.

Well I’m still searching. But it’s not a question of finding myself. I’m not lost, even though I am overwhelmed by the idea of not seeing the truth.

My Truth.

Deep down I know it’s just a fog of many experiences that has clouded my identity.

I am many things. It’s interesting how each moment that passes a new version of self is formed. Every second that ticks forms your past. And yet I get stuck in my past…