closer to the end
As time reaches close to the end, I try to think of what this long journey has become of me. Was there a purpose? Should it have changed me drastically? Am I still the same person? What did I learn from this journey? There's just too much to think about that I've always left the answers to those questions simply hanging in the air. From time to time, I'll contemplate on the opportunities that I've been given. No doubt I'm grateful for both the good and the bad times. I've learned a lot from it but what does it really mean? In some sense, I feel even more lost than I was when I first made the decision to not only fly to a completely different country but to live there for almost a whole year. The journey to "finding myself" (whatever that means) is definitely not over...in fact...it is gradually beginning. Fear of reality, I'm slowly coming out of my shell by unintentionally making mistakes, coping with losses, and "facing" life. ye...