The itch doesn’t go away. It lives inside you, patiently waiting for you to notice it. Sometimes, it’s quiet as if it doesn’t want to be felt. Sometimes, it’s loud and you just can’t help but sit up and take notice.
I’ve been feeling that way for the last couple of years with the same questions in my head. Is this all there is to it? Is this what I’m going to do for the rest of my life? Is this it?
Lately, that itch is getting louder and I don’t know how to deal with it. It’s calling out to me, refusing to die down no matter what I do. It just doesn’t go away.
So, where am I going now? What’s lies ahead of me?