perhaps not knowing is part of becoming

There’s this strange kind of grief in watching everyone move forward while you remain uncertain of who you are becoming. Some nights, the future feels less more like a foggy unfamiliar road, you don’t know where you’re heading. But maybe life was never asking you to have all the answers at once. Even the moon disappears each month before returning again. Perhaps this season of confusion is not proof that you are lost. Perhaps it is proof that you are changing.