My story is not yet ending. The current situation I’m in is not final.
This, too, shall pass.
The process is painful and meaningful. I found myself breaking and rebuilding the fragments of my being.
Truth is, I’m praying and hoping to found myself in a place where I truly belong.
A place that will give me comfort and peace. People that will guide me to be better and be gentle with me when I commit mistakes. Correct me and help me learn instead of shaming me because I commit mistake.
Is there a place that will wait for me to grow and attain my fullest potential?
I’m hoping to find a mentor that will guide me and help me with my career journey.
A place that will cultivate my potentials and believe in me as much as I believe in myself that I am capable.
As much as I wanted to pity myself because of what happened in my life, I know for a fact that it is only my ego that is hurting. I’m not the smartest but I aspire to achieve great things and yet, look at me now. I’m far from extraordinary things and I appear to be a loser but I understand better. This is not the end.
I must let go my false beliefs and stop feeding my ego. This phase is a humbling experience. Also, a reminder not to fear failure. My decisions are leading me to the place where I am meant to be.
I’m on my way and there is nothing to be pity about in my life.
Actually, I am grateful for my experiences because it adds flavor and frame of reference.
My experiences strengthen my belief system and open my heart and soul to what truly matters to me. It helps me to see the truth of myself.
I will get there because I’m destine to be there. Because I’m able to curate my path and I’m keeping my faith.
In God’s time, He will reveal and will help me understand why I needed to go through all of these. ✨