The journey is over, now I know.
What was a mistake, where did I go wrong.
Where I was something not of my own.
A cheap imitation, image of those I ran into before I found out I could be anything I want.
I had time to learn to make decisions for myself, to learn to deal with the consequences, to mend and evaluate the worth of every step.
To start from zero, wiser.
It’s hard to believe how much I know.
It’s hard to believe, that with all that I know, there will still be worlds I will never witness, and that I will keep my distance from the unfamiliar and the unknown.
It’s hard to believe that, with all that I know, I will still need to accept I know nothing at all.
It’s hard to believe that it’s impossible to think when you know, that there’s nothing calling you to explore.
And it’s hard to believe that you will start to live only when you close some doors.