I struggled to be whatever I aspired to be, until the day I realised that I already am whom aspire to be.

I was lost in the past, lost in pain, lost in my suffering, lost in my hatred, lost in disdain.

In the process losing every part of me whom I aspired to be.

The anxiety whom had been by my side all this time, the last glimmer of hope, this hope of mine. The feeling I had been ignoring turned out to be my guide.

That is how I realised that I always was this ideal version of me, the one I always aspired to be.