Sometimes it feels so heavy to just float on the surface, as it takes us to a direction we don’t have any idea about. Yet, we cling to the comfort of drifting because it’s what we’ve grown used to — it feels easier than fighting against the current. The time we realize that this is not the way we wanted things to be, this is not the way I meant to be.
The feeling of being dragged into a dilemma.
The past few years have been a whirlwind of emotions, pulling me in unexpected directions. At one point, I looked around and realized the waves had carried me so far from the shore that I could barely recognize where I had started. I wasn’t sinking, but I wasn’t truly living either. I was just floating, caught in the current of confusion, doubt, and quiet of misery. I never knew how much strength it truly takes — to step beyond my own beliefs, beyond the comfort I had built around myself, as I was so afraid of drowning.
I kept telling myself that one day, I would eventually reach the shore. But somewhere on the way, that very thought became enough. The desire to swim, to fight the waves, slowly faded away.
It’s never too late to find the right wave.
It was never easy to convince myself that I had to try — that there was no other way but to swim. Especially when floating is no longer an option, when drifting aimlessly just isn’t enough anymore.
And it becomes even harder when I look around and see thousands of others, each fighting their own battles in their way, pushing forward despite the weight they carry. At that moment, the only thing that truly helped me was reminding myself, over and over again, that this was the only way. No matter how exhausting, how terrifying, or how uncertain it feels — moving forward is the only choice.
I would eventually reach the shore.
It wasn’t a grand realization, just a whisper — swim, that was what shifted something in me. Even though the weight of my emotions made every stroke feel impossible, even though I was a tiny creature in that enormous, endless ocean of life, I always wanted to find the right path, to prosperity, to clarity.
I’m still on my journey — searching for the shore, for something that will bring me stability, peace of mind, and, most importantly, the quiet joy of success. Not the kind of happiness that blinds me to everything I’ve been through, but the kind that lets me look back and know it was all worth it. The satisfaction of knowing I made the right choices, that every struggle, every tear, every moment of doubt led me exactly where I was meant to be.
To everyone reading this, who has felt lost, just as I did — I can relate to you. Keep going. May you find your shore, may you push through the waves, and rise above every overwhelming emotion that tries to hold you back. Because it’s all going to be worth it.
