Reimagining Myself..

The Path I Cannot See Questions, Belief, and the Art of Becoming

By Sugan Ya Published about a year ago • 1 min read

Reimagining myself...

Who am I, really?
Is this where I’m meant to be,
Or have I taken a wrong turn somewhere?
What if I’m not enough?
What if this is all I’ll ever be?

These thoughts cling like shadows,
Whispering doubts into every quiet moment.
I keep reimagining myself,
Trying to fit into a mold that feels unfamiliar,
Hoping to find a version of me
That feels like home.

But then, a whisper of light—
What if this isn’t the end,
But the beginning of becoming?
What if the questions aren’t meant to trap me,
But to free me?

Maybe I’m not lost;
Maybe I’m searching.
Maybe the doubts are part of the journey,
The forge where I’m tempered,
The fire that shapes who I’m meant to be.

I feel the ground beneath me shift,
Not as something to fear,
But as an invitation to move forward.
I take a step. Then another.
Belief flickers—fragile, but alive.

I tell myself:
The journey is mine to create.
The struggles are mine to overcome.
I am not defined by where I’ve been
But by where I choose to go.

And yet, the questions remain.
Not as chains,
But as possibilities.
Not as walls,
But as doors waiting to open.

And so, I keep walking,
Keep dreaming,
Keep reimagining myself...