Another Step

Something I’ve come to realize as I’ve begun to come to terms with the fact that my adolescence is coming to an end soon, and adulthood looms, is that more often than not, there isn’t a clear goal to it all. There is no box to check that will cause it to all make sense, there is no person or accomplishment or event that will cause it all to click. Maybe a bit, but not all of it. Most of all, I suppose that life is about putting one foot in front of the other, enjoying the scenery, and taking the steps to find yourself in spots that are beautiful and worth the trek. We take a few wrong steps sometimes, we halt at times even, but what matters is that another step will absolutely be taken. 

What spurred this reflection was scrolling through my old posts and seeing a journal snippet that I posted as part of my mini art/writing series, Life in Moments: Vol. 2, about six months ago, "I don't even know what I'm working towards." I used to be paralyzed by the unknown, used to cry over the thought of not knowing. not just not knowing, but not knowing what I didn’t know. But to know that in just half a year, these fears have lessened, even a tiny bit, comforts me. I don’t expect them to ever completely go away, that’s just a part of life, but perhaps life is more than something to bear like a cross and something that can actually be enjoyed. The human ability to find hope and beauty despite everything is something to be grateful for.

Jan. 26, 2024