For the past few months, I haven’t written any new articles. This is partly due to laziness, but also because I’ve been on a journey of self-rediscovery. I call it rediscovery because I thought I had already figured myself out. I believed I knew who I was and who I wanted to be. However, life has a way of surprising you. Just when you think you understand yourself, you realize you don’t.
I’m not entirely sure what ignited this desire to rediscover myself. Lately, I’ve felt a nagging sense that I lacked a deeper understanding of my purpose. I questioned why I wanted to achieve certain things, and my reasons didn’t feel compelling enough. Earlier this year, I also made a conscious decision to spend more time with people. This change has given me new perspectives on how I’ve lived my life so far.
The period from 2020 to 2021 stands out in my memory as a time of significant growth and maturation. I’ve learned many lessons recently—lessons I wish I had learned a long time ago. But it’s all good. I wouldn’t trade my knowledge and experiences for anything.