I AM

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I am a collection of unfinished stories, scattered thoughts written on the margins of a life I’m still trying to understand. I wake up each day with the quiet hope that I’ll find clarity, though I know I am drawn to the uncertain. I want to create, to build, to express, but I am afraid that what I produce won’t live up to the beauty of the vision in my mind. That fear lives with me, shaping my choices, defining my hesitations.

I’ve always gravitated toward creating: writing stories, weaving words into shapes that reflect my inner world. Yet even here, doubt whispers. My inspirations come from the characters I’ve read, their voices louder than my own. I write, hoping to find myself in the process, but sometimes it feels like I’m only tracing the outlines of others. I wonder if I have an original voice or if I’ll always be a shadow of what I admire.

My heart beats for connection, but I am cautious. I am drawn to people but fear their judgment. In love, I am steady yet vulnerable, holding onto a bond stretched by distance. I find solace in the small rituals of maintaining that connection, but I also worry, about the gaps, the things unsaid, the future we haven’t mapped out. I feel deeply, but I often keep those feelings locked away, unsure if they will be understood.

I dream of being someone who creates beauty in the world, through art, through words, through acts of kindness. But I am also someone who struggles with imperfection, someone who hesitates to begin for fear of falling short. I want to be extraordinary, yet I am painfully aware of my ordinariness. This awareness is both my anchor and my cage.

I don’t dislike who I am, but I am haunted by the potential of who I might become. I exist in a state of in-betweenness, neither here nor there, neither content nor entirely restless. My thoughts are my companions and my tormentors, reminding me of all I’ve yet to do, yet to feel, yet to understand. I am a seeker, a builder of dreams, a work in progress that is always a few steps away from completion. I am, simply, me.


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