immutably

I always struggled with identity. I always tried to search for that one thing that would help me discover who I really am—maybe it can tell me who I am—I always thought to myself. Dabbling into this and committing to that. I searched and searched for the perfect match to what I felt inside and with my entire being. I love to create. I love to learn. I love the idea of growth and all things that bloom—and I love Love. How do I explain that to anyone? How do I tell them to love me as I am if I, me, myself don’t know who I am at all? That’s when I realize—Maybe life isn’t about finding who you are, but it’s about finding those who make trying to find ourselves easier to bare ultimately leading us to who we immutably are.