Because losing our way would be the most cruel of things. This year.. I lost my way.
*And losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey... is a fate more cruel.*
*The journey lasted eight months. Sometimes I traveled alone, sometimes, there were others who took the wheel -- and took my heart. But when the destination was reached, it wasn’t me who arrived...it wasn't me at all.*
*And once you lose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be... or lose that person completely.*
*Because, sometimes, you have to step outside of the person you've been. And remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.*