Dreams you've built slipping through your hands...

I think that's a feeling we have all felt before. 

Everything you are breathing for. The things why we've pushed through, evolved for. And absolutely worked our butts off. 

It can all get stolen, when destiny has one of her flares.

Looking away for a second. And everything has changed. 

Standing in front of the mirror, there standing a stranger confused by its purpose. Finding yourself living in a shell, you can't escape. Breathing its destiny which feels wrong and not coherent. They always said, "you are your own destiny". False. There may be many decisions you can choose to make something out of the moment you are in, change the perspective. But the path also gets produced by many moments that come to you get thrown at you.

I'm at that stage again, that it seems like everything is taking a full-circle moment.

Apparently, we have to become a lot of these strange identity's before we truly can say we have lived.

And I understand that now. But when can I just live? 

Be normal, and don't have to greet another vision of life.

Tho, what has always stayed the same is, that I've never lost my dreams. The things I wanted to do with my life, the things I wanted to achieve, were always clear. They stayed the same.

 Just as the reality that it seems that the work I've put into gaining back my steps that I've been taken way before is about to be cleansed away again. Like life's waters always have an eye on the paths I build, to brush them away. No matter how hard I stamp my feet in the sand, to leave my footprints.       A minute after they're washed away.

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Still, I try to think there is always a bigger purpose behind absolutely everything. Maybe it's the only way to live life with my mind sane. And having the ability to keep on living with as much comprehension and appreciation to life and its ups and downs.  

Scaling new learning experiences. Before setting free with my dreams packed up in my backpack.