meet me at golden hour

by Jennae Cecelia

i’ve always been a little lost. directions aren’t my thing. i’m trusting the roads will lead me to where i’m supposed to be.

some flowers just aren’t meant to bloom and you may never know why. even if you did everything right. some flowers just weren’t for this time.

today i’ll be just five percent more present than i was yesterday. and five percent more the day after that. i slowly realized all i was missing out on by thinking too far into the future or dwelling too long on the past. the present moment is really all i have, so i’ll be here a little more now.

when i find myself wondering what life would look like if i’d taken the other path, i remind myself that it was never meant for me to travel even if it may be better if i knew. it wasn’t a part of my story to see that route through.

i’ll love you no matter the roads you take that i don’t understand, because i’m believing that you know why you’re taking that way even if it’s a journey i’d never take. it isn’t my place to judge the way you have chosen to go about your drive. it’s your life.