The Beginning

Often times I think I have everything figured out; life, love, and everything in between. More than not, I'm proved wrong. I am so set on believing that everything happens for a reason. Yet, I'm so set on trying to find those reasons. I slowly convince myself I'm going crazy. My social standing doesn't exist; I'm sure the rest of the world must believe I've fallen off the face of Earth. I don't mind, since I have nothing to prove to anyone. I don't know what my own opinions are anymore, what I want, what I need, what's right or what's wrong. I find I'm just living one day at a time. If I rise early enough to see the sunrise, I know I have much more to appreciate than life itself. As I think back on memories of the past, I can't help but wonder what the future will hold. Everyone has a calling and I believe that to be true. As a learner of life, I'm still on a journey far bigger than I can imagine. I'm inviting you, because it starts now.