Life often feels like a journey without a destination, a series of steps taken in search of meaning that always seems just out of reach.
We make choices, take turns, and sometimes circle back, guided more by instinct than certainty. Along the way, we encounter moments of joy, frustration, and wonder, but rarely do we find the definitive answers we crave.
๐บ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐, ๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐.
Perhaps the truth is that life isnโt about finding a single purpose or end goal but about the wandering itselfโthe connections we make, the lessons we learn, and the fleeting beauty of each step.
In accepting this, we can embrace the journey for what it is: a winding, unpredictable path that shapes who we are, even as we continue searching for where we belong.
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