I don’t know how to explain it, but suddenly, I have this feeling...maybe I’m not as stuck as I thought. Maybe I’m not being left behind like I used to believe. For so long, I thought I was going nowhere—just floating, just surviving. Even if nothing on the outside has changed, something inside me has.

I’ve started to think that whatever I’m facing right now is actually leading me somewhere. I still don’t know where that is, and I still can’t see it clearly. But I’ve realized that, though it feels like I’m in the same place, I'm actually moving. Even though doubts still come and I feel lost, I keep going.

Maybe I’m starting to believe that this unknown path is still a path. That even when it feels blurry and uncertain, I’m becoming something (though I still have a lot of work to do). Sometimes, growth feels like wandering, but every step is shaping something real, even though I still have to figure it out through trial and error.

All my tears that have fallen,

they would bloom,

they’d become flowers.

Each drop, each sorrow

would give birth to beauty.