Freedom

by Jolyn Low

I thought that this post A’s would be enjoyable. But when I think back I’m wrecked with insecurities and what ifs. What if I’m not good enough? What if I down’t truly put in my best effort? What if I fail?

And why has my life become so fraught with such feelings and a lack of meaning?

Growing up is so exhausting. Sometimes I wonder what truly is the meaning of living. What do we live for?

Then I open my eyes and see how damn blessed I am and it keeps me going on.

Indulge in your own indiosyncrasies. You are what you are. No one can change that.

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