Everyone is searching for their answers. The answers that will justify how they live. How many times must you change to reflect what you are being shown, rather than accept your own face. What is it that scares you about creating your own destiny? Is it deciding on a path or the lingering fear that you don't have one?
Imagine a life with more decision, simply choosing without doubt. The precision of your answer echoes “I've found my way” down your path. Maybe eventually you'll find your peace after you've picked up the pieces of your past, or maybe it's in the distant future after you’ve prayed for the pain to pass.
I hope you find your answers before you've forgotten your dreams. Time passes quickly, no one is as young as they seem. They shed the years that they existed as a stranger to their stare, trying hard to forget questioning if they were even there.
I hope you find your answers deep within your soul. The narrow dimly lit corner, where you're the only one home.
I hope you find your answers on a random Tuesday night. After you've exhausted all your knowledge and you've forgotten how to turn on the light.
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