It’s been 18 years since I last wrote here. So much has happened in those years, and life has taken me down unexpected paths. Looking back, I find myself standing in a place where I’m not quite sure who I am anymore, and yet, I feel like I’ve become someone entirely new.
I’ve experienced changes—some that have been incredibly freeing, and others that have left me questioning the person I’ve become. Every day, I’m surprised by new shifts in who I am, how I see the world, and what I want from it. It’s like I’m going deeper into my own mind, unearthing parts of myself I hadn’t known before.
I’ve made mistakes, made decisions that were out of line with my principles, and acted impulsively. But I've come back. I’m different now, and there’s a new version of me emerging from all of it. Yet, there are days when I yearn for the simpler, though maybe not better, days of the past. Strange as it sounds, some of those bad days are missed, because they felt like a time when I had more clarity, or at least more certainty.
A moment of weakness, maybe, or a desperate need for closure? I’m still not sure. But that’s the thing about life—nothing is ever as simple as it seems.
There’s so much I’m still figuring out, so many questions without answers. I’m confused, and that’s okay. Maybe, it’s part of the journey. Life is messy, but in this mess, I find that I’m still learning who I am, even if I don’t always like what I see.
