in my 24th year, i've unveiled a new layer of contentment
it took half a decade to understand i'd fallen in love with perfection
motion does not equate to progress neither translates to success
to relax is a privilege for the living, not a reward for the select
my heart and brain were at war, dichotomy of logic and emotion
one craved genuine fulfillment, the other immediate gratification
until i stumbled upon the consideration, my flaws are not as darkness
they are shades of grey that i can channel, as often as they are wanted
and perhaps life isn't so much about looking back and saying "i've made it"
but becoming the person you were meant to be
through the process of creation­­­­­

when i turned the frequency lower on society and tuned in on what god was telling me,
that's when i felt most alive.