My life is bittersweet.
Since returning, things have not been as they should.
I have not been as I should have.
I have not been up to par.
I have not been who I am.
Like always, mine is the last to fall into place.
But for once I am not too late.
Whenever I stare ahead now, it’s as if I face a burning sun on my horizon.
It’s as if my goal is gallant and clear.
It is bright, and a rainbow of colors.
My heart soars.
