Returning to yourself is a funny thing.
The journey doesn’t end.
It only becomes more intricate, more intriguing.
How do you remember yourself?
When does the self you remember, become the self you accept?
When does the self you dream of, become the self you embody?
I’ve never cared much for expectations.
Not even from myself.
So, I’m learning.
I’m wandering.
And when my soul is fed,
and my spirit finds peace…
then, and only then, will I remember.