i genuinely love life, even in its unfamiliarity. the way it keeps bringing me into places i’ve never been or asking me to become someone i haven’t fully met yet. there’s a quiet kind of fear in that, in not knowing. somewhere between these unfamiliar things and the small, stubborn hope i keep holding onto, i’m realizing i might be more capable than i’ve let myself believe. and that life in all its strangeness, is still something i want to love