This isn’t just a long-overdue blog post; it’s a heartfelt gratitude piece, a testimony to the power of manifesting your dreams, a pillar of sorts – a monument to serve as a reminder should my spirit ever lose hope.
The notion of picking up where I left off became a quagmire. A boggy terrain where my creativity sinks into the weight of my own expectations.
The night never pretends to be anything other than itself.
It is unapologetically dark, mysterious and free.
The beauty of life lies in its unpredictability, in its undulating rhythm. Just as nature’s grandeur, the ebbs and flows of existence can bring us to our knees or lift us to our zenith.
Overthinking is often painted as a negative trait. Mainly because of its connection to idleness. However, I’ve come to appreciate that overthinking can be a valuable tool.