Reclaiming Myself

Sometimes, I feel insignificant, as if I’ve become a shadow of who I once was. This moment, writing these words, is proof.

Where did that fire go?
The drive, the passion that once made me feel alive?
I look back and wonder—have I spent my days chasing someone else’s definition of success?
Trying to impress, conform, keep up—instead of just being myself?

I won’t find happiness in the expectations of others. That much is clear.

Resolution:

I want to escape the noise, reclaim the stillness, and remember what makes me me.