There are times in your life when you can’t help but ask yourself, what am I doing here? Is this right? Have I chosen correctly? Is this the correct path? And even though how many times you’ve asked yourself, or how many times you’ve gone over through your best and worst case what-ifs scenarios, you still do not know the answer. Not fully. Maybe you have an inkling, but you cannot really pinpoint what it says or what it means, or maybe you do not have any hint, not even a hunch whether you’re on the right or wrong track. All you have are the butterflies in your stomach that seems at war with each other, and the certainty that you do not know what you are really doing in this so called ‘life’, or where you should be going, or what you should be pursuing, or what might the future holds for you. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe it’s okay to not know. Maybe it’s okay to take a step, or to be still, when you do not know where you are going. Maybe it’s okay to be all knots and to be all butterflies, at all times.
Maybe it’s okay. Or maybe, there are really no maybes, and it’s just okay.