Surrender

Through all these years, I have finally begun the journey of surrender. Usually, I would force things by thinking I could do them if I gave it my all. Now, I just don't care. I'm not going to force anything anymore. Whatever happens, happens. That's it. The only thing that really matters is enjoying the journey. Whatever path I walk, I will enjoy the steps to the goal. But reaching it does not matter anymore, it never did because tomorrow is never promised. This is surrender. This is bliss.

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