No True North
A weight has been lifted off my shoulders for this moment right here. Finally I feel free and can belt at the top of my lungs all the ways that my breath and my heart have been stifled shut and let me tell you, its felt like its been for far too long.
What I wish could last forever turns to a mangled knot disappointingly fast. Leaving me wondering whether that release was worth the stress of tangling myself up into this web now keeping me stuck.
This world doesn't seem have any concrete direction, and following every suggestion I'm given, I head down paths that end up being more miles than my sore feet could handle.
Not wanting to be any more lost than I already am. I choose to move forward on my own, praying my decisions at worst bring me some views to make the trip worth while.
My request for Fact has never once been met. A simple arrow, truly pointing to the Right way to go has never been fully seen, at least not by my me.
Leading me back to the idea that maybe a destination is something I can honestly only make for myself. That where I choose to go in this life is more of a gamble for me, and that I must decide whether its worth it for me to take.
Just some words to paper from what I was wrestling with in my head today.
Posted Mar 2, 2026, 8:27 AM UTC