from Diya, with love

As a person who overthinks things on a daily basis, I find myself fairly familiar with the 5 W questions. Who? What? Where? When? Why? Three of these questions always seemed to take priority over the others. Who and What set the scene, while I always chased the answers to Why. When and Where sat quietly in the backseat as I traveled swiftly through different situations and maneuvered my way around life. When made its special appearances whenever timing was concerned. Sometimes Where had something to say, but was immediately interrupted by the constant chatter of the other questions I had. Recently I have become hyper-aware of my location and the part it had to play in everything I've done. Sometimes I did everything right, just in the wrong place. Most of the time I was wrong. But sometimes, rare times, I really wasn't. I don't know what to do with this revelation. It's not exactly like it's something I can control. I don't have the ...

There's a fire burning through my veins today, and something I thought was just for me is out for the world to see. When I added windows into my room I knew it worked both ways. Still, I created new hallways, designed intricate labyrinths, and decorated the walls with my thoughts. I created a home out of myself. Letting people read my words was good for me. But it came with its own set of outcomes. There are expectations I'm not sure I can live up to. There's the support I worry will disappear if I slip. The hundreds of opinions I can never control. I still don't know how this version of me fits with the more jubilant, optimistic girl who tries to put herself out there every day. But I know, whether eloquent or exuberant, every bit of me and my personality is its own masterpiece.