the way this year has fumbled me
really humbled me. it showed me how someone can fail, and fail again, until the streak repeats enough times that you start losing your confidence, your self-love, and begin carrying a lot of imposter syndrome. a benevolent sea.
i hope for a better tomorrow, and better months and years ahead.
and i don’t want a single day in life where i hate the decisions i made.
i hope the breezing wind will be brave enough to carry the sensibility in me to forgive myself.
i hate that i won’t be the young person who figured it all out and then, boom, did something crazy.
yet, i am happy for the experiments i’ve been able to pull off in my life.
keeping the faith alive.