Why I Am Who I Am?
The winter always takes me by surprise. How did I survive last year? That is my question every year. That is how I feel about falling for the wrong people. Why did I do it last time, and how did I survive?
The winter always has me holding my breath, hoping it will pass as I make my way through a new self. That is how I feel about knowing I have been stabbed in the back, hoping the pain will pass as my perspective changes.
The winter always takes me by surprise. How did I survive last year with such grace? That is how I feel about who I am. I surprise myself with how much I care, how kind I am to everyone.
The winter is me, and the surprise is every unfortunate thing that has me questioning why I exist.
