The truth is,
I don’t have it all figured out yet.
And that’s okay.
Because I like a little bit of mess.
Like the silence that comes right before
witnessing things that I have been waiting for so long to happen.
Like the waves that the raindrops create,
as they fall into tiny puddles on the ground.
Or the lipstick stain I see on my mug after I’ve taken that first sip of tea in the morning.
That folded piece of paper,
with the unfinished poem that I began writing a month ago.
Or the little crumbs that lie at the bottom of my favourite bag of chips.
I admit, I am a dreamer.
The kind of person who believes in fairytales.
Not that I think that someone would come knocking on my door
with a glass slipper in their hand,
But maybe if I didn’t give up just yet
I might be able to get just a little bit of that thing that people say is so hard to experience sometimes – pure happiness.
I like the chaos.
Like when I can’t decide
between two flavours of ice cream,
Or where to travel next.
And as I end each day,
I get to come back home to all of it.
The hope, the comfort, and the promising new beginnings.
And sure, I won’t lie.
As I said, it is a little bit of a mess.
But it’s also what keeps me going.
And keeps me awake at night sometimes.
Because when I look back,
I know it’s all mine.
And one day all of it will fall into place.
All it needs is time.