finding yourself...

no one tells you that the road to finding yourself is filled with so many tears…

the “road to me” has left many of my core ideologies ruined…

everything i thought i needed…everyone i thought would be holding my hand…has shifted.

I didn’t know that the path to destiny would have me putting my mask on first and burying loved ones along the way.

Maybe it’s one of the reasons why when people “make it” they fill and surround themselves with so much stuff…a barrier of sorts…to shield them from the memories of all the things that they sacrificed and/or lost along the way.

Who would’ve know that along this way I wouldn’t even be able to turn on my radio (AGAIN)? For fear that the wrong/right melody could send me spiraling down a path that went nowhere.

Who would’ve known that along the way to destiny, that “nowhere” and “nobody” would become familiar terms?

“Who is up helping you strategize over that business plan?” "Nobody.

“Man, you’re working so hard…when you get a moment to yourself, where are you going?” Nowhere.

The zone, an incredibly narrow, fixed route…and from personal experience, any detour from that route can cost you an extended amount of ETA to your destination that you cannot afford to make.

So the goodbyes are quicker…no less painful. The hellos are more calculated…but somehow, you still believe. Somehow you believe that it will all be worth it. At the end of all this…whatever this is. As you propel forward, the reward of you is worth every pain felt from the journey.

Keep going survivor…