Journal #64

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I find myself being okay to be left behind, to be the last person in a queue, to be someone who walks behind a crowd. Many people have asked me why I am not keeping up with them, and I don't understand that idea for the past years until recently. I love walking through every corner of the street, I venture some unknown routes and sometimes I get lost but I eventually find my way back and discover new perspectives. I love observing motions around, how the rain drops on the ground, how the sun sets and rises, how the moon reveals itself, how stars perfectly create constellations, how waves bash the shore, how wind brushes the trees, how birds hum, how every single, little, small thing creates life around. I always enjoy watching how every single thing makes up beauty without being afraid of leaving the crowd.

I am not in a hurry, I am here but will eventually get there. I am learning to be okay with the process. I take my time, I breathe often, I am learning how things work for me. I think of how I am going to adjust from my gustoes, if necessary. I believe I am a work in progress, I believe in my own season.

I just need to walk, explore, enjoy and live life. I may be a very solo person but I am not lonely, just a sentimental one.

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