Are we defined by our choices?
I hope not, or at least not entirely, because some of the choices I made this week embarrass me.
I am trying to find the right way toward my dreams and discover myself along the way, but I take detours too often. I find adventure in them, but I also get lost. I get entangled in a spider web of my feelings, and I choose to turn my reason off at times, the decision that always gets me in trouble. I feel like screaming or hitting myself with something heavy.
I feel as if I’m not someone I want be. How do I find myself? When did I get so lost? Where do I go looking for a better me?
I would like to think that I am not a bad person, I simply made several bad decisions. My heart thought they were good, and I listened. More than anything, I would like to be stronger.