Disturbed

I do not feel good. It is disturbing in every meaning. I do not feel safe.

I see a clear path, but doubt is disturbing me. Sometimes I feel like I have the faith of a prophet, and other times I feel like an atheist with no faith at all.

But I am moving. This is clear and true. The things I am building are not coming out of thin air, they are coming from me, piece by piece, every single day. I am moving forward.

I do not know where I am going to reach, but I know I am reaching someplace. Somewhere. There. That is where I am reaching.

I feel like I want to cry. I feel lonely and sad. I am a human, a human being experiencing things that should unfold over years, but they are collapsing into me in a short span of time.