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There was a time where I had the same worry clouding my mind. Inside, I was aching, breaking. For the most part, I was trying to hold onto the little hope that remained. But it was hard. It was hard trying to keep it together when a big part of me was feeling lost and confused with doubt flooding my veins. 

But.... I wasn't born to be absolutely and completely sure about everything. I wasn't born to have it all figured out. I wasn't born to fit a certain mould. No, none of that were expected of me. It was I, who was putting the pressure on me. It took me a long time to realize that. 

It took me a long time to realize I was born to explore, to seek, and to find. It took me a long time to realize I am here to love, to hurt and be hurt, to heal, and to not be confined. It took me a long time to realize I am here to create my own life, to not conform to a timeline. 

It took me a long time to realize I am here to experience life at 18; dancing under the moonlight, drunk on cheap wine. 

It took me a long time to realize I am here to experience life at 25; to climb high mountains and swim deep oceans. 

It took me a long time to realize I am here to experience life at 40; to wake up feeling rich in love, and be comforted by this through the everyday commotion life brings. 

And it took me a long time to realize I am here to experience life at 50; to tell my story of a wild life lived. 

I am put here for so much more than a job, a salary or a degree. I am put here to appreciate the wonders of the world and to make many beautiful memories. 

So, to hell with anyone who tries to restrict me with their timelines! 

I am here. 
Inhale..... and exhale. 
It's all good. 
Everything will be fine.