hera

I'm embarking on a new journey in my life. I have questioned everything, my beliefs, my cultural identity, my ways of coping, of feeling, of being. After all this I have come to the conclusion that I really don't know if I'm making the right decision or not. I really don't know what truth or love is after all the years of thinking that I held an absolute. It's hard to let go of things that have made me into this person I am now, and it's hard to know if this person I am now is any better than the person I was then.
What if I end up lonely, an old maid because of my pursuit of a happiness that never really existed? A construct of unobtainable bliss that is as frustrating as the carnival game you never are able to win.