What if my passion disappears?
Who knew I'd start to write again? Wait. Too soon to say, I might just end up writing this one piece and let it go for another 6 years LOL. At the age of 28, I can say I've been living my life steered by fear. Fear of not being good enough. Fear of not doing enough. Fear of not saying enough. Fear of saying too much. Fear. It's completely normal, though, to have you making decisions out of instincts and having your heart telling you whether or not to go through with something. The people around you affects this decision. Your past affects this decision. That's what makes you, you. And I don't have a lot of things. Not the fanciest job. Not the fanciest lifestyle. Not the ultimate #instagrammable fairytale. But I'm okay with it. Because I have my passion. My passion that drives me, telling me that I'm worth so much more. That I'm capable of a lot of things. That one day, I can give back to people, with my ideas and beliefs. Yes, one day. Because as...