Trust your gut.

I don’t know if I should post this.

I don’t know if I should post this.

I don’t know if it’s safe.

This is public, after all.

These are not “just” words.

And if words are “just” words, then what’s the point of saying them at all?

I want to find something meaningful to say.

More to the point, I want to do something meaningful.

I become unhappy when I feel unfulfilled.

I become unhappy when I feel meaningless.

But this is not about me.

I don’t want to be recognised “for me”.

I want to say something, do something, be something that is recognised and powerful in its own right.

In essence, I want to transcend myself.

But I, you, we, cannot escape ourselves. This is, and will always be, the struggle.

Or perhaps not.

Perhaps the real struggle lies not in the struggle itself, but the persona it takes on.

That old adage, ‘I think, therefore I am’, feels poignant right now.

So, I am not struggling: I am trusting. Or learning to, rather.

I am learning to trust myself.

It’s a minefield.

There is no rulebook.

I am writing it.