They’re endless

my problems, like

a set of matryoshka dolls.

I keep complaining in my head, but

this is the life I chose,

this is exactly what you get when

you leave behind your

place of comfort…

paddling for the horizons…

searching for purpose.

After all is said and done, I’m

proud of who I’ve become

all my failures, every pain

molding me into a

better version of myself.

They’re endless…. yes

our problems will never end.



Inspiration: Pain is beautiful, it shapes us into who we need to be