Nov 14, 2017
Here I am, wading through the sticky confusion of existence. Resisting possibilities. Embracing miracles. Doubting myself. Glimpsing my potential. Some days my soul's on fire, other days, I'm heavily apathetic or too worried to focus.
"On this path, no effort goes to waste," she reminded me.
It was the only thing that fused the contradictions. Maybe even the backwards days were working in my favor. Anything was something. Effort didn't need a result to be good enough. I was always justified no matter the outcome.