I once wished I was given a map.
I’m walking blind.
When your home is ever-changing
Perhaps the answer is to stop
Searching for the path.
You finally see, and unsee it
Endless circle of learning and unlearning
Each step feels heavy and lighter
It is about burning bridges and learning how to rebuild them
Instead of trying to tame and shrink, it is about learning to let that fire inside out and not taming it
Planting seeds of hope and ignoring the self-doubt that creeps in constantly
So each step is light again
Throw out the map, and start searching for the path
Written by Isabella Boseovska.
Cover photo by Alice Donovan Rouse.