Where I End

I couldn’t put it better:

“I still have the luggage tag tied to my messenger bag. I can be stubborn and sentimental like that, but I know I should move on. Life is more than a destination. If I would put myself aside, I’m sure I’d find scandalous paradoxes here or anywhere.

Where I end, He begins.”

[thundered cat]

I’m stubborn. I’m sentimental. My people, my Peru, you’re in my heart and always will be. But life is more than a destination. The pieces of beauty I saw there are scattered everywhere here as well. There’s work to be done here as well as there. Maybe someday, I will have a destination again. Maybe it will be Peru. But for now, I am here. Right here. In my feeling of being overwhelmed in my studies, my textbook that hasn’t arrived, my jobs that won’t start, and my sickness that won’t go away. I’m here, He’s here. My fear can disappear. I want myself to end. He will begin.