This year, I have lost my way, and loosing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But loosing your reasons for the journey is a far more cruel fate.
The journey has lasted [five years]. Sometimes I travelled alone. Sometimes there were others who took the wheel...and took my heart and soul. But when destination was reached: it wasn't me who arrived. It wasn't me at all.
And once you loose yourself, you have two choices: find the person you used to be, or lose that person completely. Because sometimes you have to step outside the person you've been, and remember the person you were meant to be.
The person you wanted to be.
The person you are.
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