Nine's blog

It was the year 2025 and my life had paused.
I suddenly found myself between moments. 
Where that tiny voice inside me made itself heard. 
When I started to look backwards. 
When I finally looked inside. 

Here in the in-between, things started to become clear. 
Things which had been hidden, buried by years and years
of responsibility, of commitment, of history.
History that instead of teaching me had begun to define me. 

When you let your life shape yourself, parts may get lost. 
Parts that used to make you who you are.
Parts that you may be better without. 
Or parts that gave your life its shape in the first place.

It's curious how you can lose yourself and yet still be right there. 
In the time between morning and good night. 
In the struggles, in the boredom, in the comfortable safety of routine. 
But then, there is also this tiny voice. 

The voice that's telling me that parts may be lost, but not forgotten. 
That's telling me that more is still to be had.
That remembers what it felt like, to be alive. 
A voice that once it made itself heard would no longer be ignored.

There is more to life than merely ensuring survival
and finding someone to share it with in companionship.
Life is also about taking risk and reaching for more.
Life is about change, it is about growth.

In this pivotal year, I changed. I took risk and I reached for more.
And I became.