Life is interesting because you could be playing a facade, and then suddenly you run into yourself.

I’m starting to realize that what makes me happy is seeing other’s happy.

But does that mean I’m following the role of my mother? Giving up my dreams to see other succeed?

Or, is it okay, to make others happy on this journey where I find myself?

Maybe, just being me, should be enough.

But, I can’t not do anything.

No matter how comfortable that sounds.

Am I allowed to be comfortable at 26?

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