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Beginning of what?

I just turned 24, and the truth is…

I still have no idea what I’m supposed to do with my life.
Maybe that’s the only thing I’m certain of.

People say this age is a crossroads, but to me it feels more like a long road with no signs.
And yet I keep walking pushed by a wind I never asked for, guided by a fire I don’t fully understand.

Twenty-four years of falling, of swallowing screams, of laughing at the wrong moments.
Twenty-four years of questions without answers, and answers that never really fit.

I guess my rebellion lives in the fact that I refuse to be finished.
That I defy the world by not having a perfect plan.
That I embrace the chaos of life, and the chaos in me.

But somewhere inside this beautiful mess, there’s a quiet truth:
not knowing isn’t failing.
It’s just the beginning of someone who was never meant to follow the map.

So I keep going..
one crooked step, one steady one,
my heart always ready for the next stumble
or the next miracle.

At 24, I may not know the path.
But for the first time, I know it’s mine.