My Fuel

A year ago, who was I?

That person didn't know who she was, what to do, or what her passions were 

Now: everything has changed 

Not because I found myself over night or because of listening to the voices that always try to give me "advice"

It was because I literally failed and chose to move forward even when I didn't know where to go.

I changed directions; chose a different route, but none the less moved forward even if I didn’t know my destination.

I realized there is not just one.

My life happened when I chose to seek happiness instead of aimless goals or what I thought I wanted.

My passions revealed themselves on their own. 

Almost by chance or coincidence, but not quite 

Allowing myself to be intoxicated with every risk I would take

All for growth

All because of my fuel for life: happiness.  

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