Had to fall and lose it all...

I'm really proud of myself. I know that might sound pretentious, but I truly am. I not only survived the past year and a half - a time in my life I felt the weakest - I also thrived. I chased a dream no one else could see but me, and I feel as if I'm closer to it than I've ever been. Did I make mistakes? Sure. Did I sometimes disappoint myself, and was I sometimes disappointed by others? Of course. But at the end of the day, what remains is the magic of knowing that I did my very best, and for some people that was more than enough, and more importantly, it's enough for me. I move forward with a firmer step, having grown as much as I did, and realising there's still a lot I need to work on, enriches me with a sense of hope for the future. For even in the dimmest of hours, it still has so much potential, so much secrets to unravel and souls to share it with. I may have lost some people along the way, some I didn't plan to, and others I intentionally let slip by, but that just means I'm still searching for somewhere to belong, and I'm not afraid to fail, not afraid at all.