Change comes in many different ways and as it’s new, it may seem crazy. Crazy because we aren’t sure how the situation will affect us or this world around us. But the biggest questions to ask are: Is the fear of the unknown really greater than the wrath that might occur from being stuck in the same place? Is the fear of the unknown really greater than portraying a fake personality and longing for people’s acceptance or love? Is the fear of the unknown really greater than letting those who don’t love and appreciate us dictate our journey of self-discovery and self-love?
We hear about it all the time, we feel it, we see it, we crave it and we experience it. Yet, love, such a simple word, can have so many different meanings and representations.
What now? Probably one of the most thought of questions that lingers as the year progresses. One month down and yet if we’re honest with ourselves, somehow we’re still haunted by the events of 2020. Yes it’s a new year, but for some odd reason , it feels like just an extension of the previous year. As I try to grasp a sense of what will happen next, deep within, I am convinced there is hope for the future.
Where should I start? I often ask myself this question while gathering my thoughts. What seemed to be a regular day on December 31st, 2019 proved to be the start of something unforeseen.