The world is on fire...

The life I have imagined for myself is somehow slipping from memory, and if anything, we are all the pieces of what we remember. We hold in ourselves the hopes and fears of those who love us. As long as there is love and memory, there is no true loss. So now, as I have entered a time of great success, both personally and professionally, I find people around me being in owe, yet what they don't know is that this isn't nearly my finish line. I am still steadfast on reaching further, but what I've accepted is that my journey in not about giant leaps, it's about small, yet firm steps. It's about enjoying every moment of ones path, and not obsessing if you're moving slower than you had hoped - as long as you're on your way, and as long as you find joy in the path ahead, then you're exactly where you're supposed to be.