I am constantly picking up the pieces to my life.
As months impatiently pass by, the more pieces I find and try to figure out where to shove in my puzzling life. But sometimes I feel like I am clinching to the wrong pieces. As a young woman, I am constantly learning who I am, disentangling through the webs of confusion to find my true self. It is not inviting nor easy to continuously re-learn not to sweat the small stuff. But to embrace the big stuff. Sometimes it's a wearisome to construe life's riddles. Oh God. Will I ever "get" life? Am I supposed to?
My heart asks.