It’s a struggle that I go through every day. When I wake up and realize I still have a future to chase. When I find out about everyone else, and the fact that they’ve already figured out what they really want in life, just keeps me thinking. I wonder how many battles I’ve fought and the tears I cried just to say I don’t know where this is heading to.

Sometimes, I don’t think that there is a future, but I think there’s something that always leads up from here. I think it just flows. I keep holding on to that when the days get so heavy and the world suddenly blurs. I don’t think I am running as fast as everyone else, but I’m keeping each step a moment I can remember. I’m still so far, but I know it’s not a race for me.