The End

Am I simply full of shit? Probably. I guess it's pretty obvious now. For the two years that I have been just me again, I've achieved nothing. Though, I've grown a lot. And i'm okay with that. I've been okay with a lot of things lately. I don't know whether that is good or bad. If being okay with everything means that I can just be who I am and still be happy then that's alright with me.

I haven't had the chance to really feel like I'm my best self though. I have been focusing on certain parts of me so I would know that whatever I wish to develop as a part of me would be good enough when the time comes. If this is what following what I feel is good for me is going to turn me into, then I'm probably going to be okay with it. This is me. A pseudo intellectual bound to fail in life again and again. I want to come back to my favorite poem suddenly though. Let me type it from memory.