And I'm sitting here still not sure what I want for breakfast, let alone for the next five years.

People say "you'll understand when you grow up." But what if growing up means losing something? Like that feeling when you have zero responsibilities on a Sunday morning and the whole day feels like a gift 🌷 Or when you believe that everything will somehow work out just because... well, it has to, right?

I'm not afraid of the future exactly. I'm more afraid of becoming someone who forgot how to be surprised. Someone who stopped noticing small beautiful things because they got too busy being an adult 😔

I caught myself the other day standing in the rain instead of running from it. Just standing. Getting wet. Thinking about nothing. And it felt so good. So free. Like I wasn't behind on anything 🕊️

Maybe maturity isn't about having all the answers. Maybe it's about being okay with not having them yet. At least that's what I tell myself 🤍