I cant stop thinking about why some people are born certain individuals and why i was born so unique. Its hard to accept my path I guess…is it pride or inadequacy? Maybe it’s fear, or maybe it’s sympathy for others, or maybe it’s envy? Or maybe it’s all. I can’t wrap my head around this.
I will forever grapple for it. Or have simple faith that there is a purpose for everything. Sometimes I wish I could be okay with settling, with being complacent…but after 10 seconds I change my mind and take it back God. I wouldn’t want to be anyone else.
I wouldn’t want to walk any other path. Though I am walking towards the unknown, my God is bigger than my small fears. Though I can’t see the good things that will come about, the wonders of new culture and change, right now, all I can think about is the friends and family I’m leaving behind.
Random Clip from Magic 2010 Feb: