I spend years searching – years!

I didn't know what I was looking for but I knew what it would mean. 

It didn't matter how I got there, I just wanted to be there. 

Somewhere where I could feel a hint of the freedom I had longed for so long. 

I wake up craving it and I go to sleep dreaming about it. 

I haven't found it yet and maybe I won't but I have finally found a way to get there. 

All those years feeling lost and without authentic intention were worth it. 

At the time, they all felt hopeless. Made me look like a fool, almost confused of what he wanted. 

Now, the years of confusion have brought a clarify that I wasn't expecting, but I'll tell you this, I'm awfully grateful. 

The world brings with it much fruit from the labor of times that are often without meaning. 

Don't stop, keep going!