maybe growing up isn’t about having all the answers. maybe it’s about learning to live with the questions, to embrace the uncertainty and to keep going even when it feels like you’re stumbling in the dark. and maybe, just maybe, there’s beauty in that. maybe there’s beauty in the not knowing, in the endless becoming. i’m not who i was and i’m not who i’ll be yet. but i’m here, in the middle, figuring it out as i go. and maybe, for now, that’s enough.