Sometimes I still wonder if I got it all right. Sure I slip up sometimes, but I had to make a choice.
Why am I here? What is keeping me here? What am I supposed to do?
In the end there were answers to my questions, but the answers kind of suck.
I am here because of a series of previous events tracing back to my birth. A series of choices.
I am still here because I have not chosen to go anywhere else
I am supposed to do whatever I damn please.
It took me 21 years to not just figure it out, but to really believe it. To allow myself freedom to make the wrong choices if I choose, but trust my own judgment enough that I know I will make the right ones.
