Truth hurts. Literally.
I feel as if I’ve strayed from the path. I have felt this way for quite some time now. And I keep fighting through this swampland of my own mistakes and memories to try and find the path. I keep looking and searching for the path and have tried 100 different ways to locate it. To get “back on track” spiritually. But the truth of it all is this; this swampland - as mucky, dirty, grimy and disgusting as it may be - and as much as I don’t want to be in it - IS actually my path. I’m at the right place at the right time. I choose to let go of fear and regret and trust that at the end of this swampland is a crystal clear stream and a field of beautiful flowers. Xo
always do i struggle with worrying. it really is such a waste…
amsterdam. oh how i miss you.