I Don’t Know Where I’m Going, But I’m Coming
The Universe will take me wherever I need to go
I have no idea where I’m going.
I know what I want, what I value, and what I’m willing to put on the line for the things that matter to me. I know the kind of life I want to create, and I know how to ground myself when obstacles arise.
But as for the precise details of how it will all unfold or when I’ll reach my destination? I haven’t the faintest clue.
This is surreal because I used to be the person with a well-thought-out plan for everything. Every goal had a deadline, every milestone a carefully calculated step. The future, in my mind, was a predictable sequence of events, neatly arranged and ready to unfold as per my design.
But the more I clung to my visions of how things should unfold, the more the Universe seemed to revel in proving me wrong. It was as if life had its own script, one that delighted in throwing unexpected plot twists my way.
So, I decided to surrender.
My past self’s inclination towards responsibility and meticulous planning wasn’t just a personality trait — it was a coping mechanism.
Growing up, my life was marked by constant conflict at home. Everything was unstable and chaotic, and I…
