I can sit here and question everything, or I could merely dismiss it and continue walking. The interesting thing is that I'm capable of switching between both decisions quite easily. Nothing is sat here on my shoulders, nor is anything stabbing me in any sort of way. It's a rather comforting feeling, and it's fairly appreciated. But when I do sit and wonder allowing whatever questions to come my way, I'm left feeling slightly smitten all over again.
It's like a magnetic force. If I get too close to something, or to those thoughts, I become instantly stuck that I have to pry myself off and remain a distance. But I know exactly what I'm meant to do during this distance so it all seems to work out in the end. What I thought was the right time back then has proved it needed more growing time. I'm aware that a majority of what I write will hardly make any sort of sense. But it's not like I could just blast my true thoughts on a public blog, despite how overly honest I can be.
It's really no big deal. But I'd be lying to say I'm not curious. To have the same dream for years and still not reach it means that I may become overly curious as the weeks go by. But I know that God has got His hand over this situation, and He has soothed my soul and my mind. He has given me patience, peace, and perseverance. What more could I even ask for?
There's something waiting for me on the other side of my summer. I'm fully aware of that. Maybe I'll find my other dream. Because I'm definitely still hoping to meet him.
