One day I know all of these dilemmas will slip into oblivion, for we forget how transient everything is. We forget how things eventually fall back to place. But, the question is, what of now?
I can sense my identity crisis worsening with every day and it's no better despite so many reassurances. It's difficult to even talk about it with someone, because if I do, instead of actually going into the profundity of my feelings, they'd give me stupid meaningless advices as to how to lead a life. That's the thing with people, they listen to reply, they don't listen to understand.
So, for now, I'd envision my battle against all my insecurities and I hope one day I make it. I hope one day everyone makes it and I hope one day my purpose is fulfilled and I become happier than today.
I want to be.
I really do.