A World of Shifting Truths

We all have our stories — how we’ve discovered our purpose in life and the ways we’ve tried to proclaim it. In my case, it is music — the way that words transform into a mental motion picture, providing endless exploration of imagination. I think about how they take shape through the smallest details — the layers of instruments, key changes, and vocal inflections that influence the way the story is told. I could honestly go on and on about the beauty in the structure of creativity.

My passions inspire me to research everything revolving around it, both directly and indirectly. With that comes the desire to prepare — to follow my path toward my version of success: inspiring others to open their eyes to the beauty of it all without losing myself in the process.

Though life has shown me time and time again that there is something more going on besides that. From battles with my physical and mental health to witnessing those I love encounter various battles of their own, it’s taught me how layered growth truly is. When dealing with these things, it often becomes difficult to recognize the balance between it all. Then it becomes the loss of balance in sanity from trying to hold a world known for its uniqueness in a manner of instability. There are too many different perspectives intertwining with one another to ever proclaim that there is a singular version of stability existing within it.

From moments of feeling like I had outgrown things that I once heavily pondered, to seeing how they reshaped themselves in my life — the difference is this time, I did not wither from the fight to flourish. I cried no tears while praying I was taken from a space I believed I burdened. Instead, I found my way back to life.

I am working tirelessly through it all. My belief is that my journey will help fuel those I will come to inspire — whether it be family, friends, or strangers I have yet to meet. In a previous journal entry, I spoke about caring for others. To love is to act selflessly, and my love for those who love me has kept me alive in times when I thought I didn’t deserve to exist.

Whenever I ponder whether I am where I’m supposed to be, I remind myself that I am exactly where I need to be — learning, loving, and applying those lessons to everything else. I will never know the answer to everything, but I can surely never give up on trying to understand the way this world works.

You deserve to see the beauty. Open your eyes, breathe, and live. You will never fail so long as you continue to try. And if no one has told you yet — I’m proud of you. You are stronger than you think. You will prosper and find your way out of the dark periods. I love you, and I’m grateful you’re part of what makes this world so unique.