I used to think 'finding myself' meant arriving somewhere, like a destination. Now I suspect it's more like learning to navigate the current you’re already in. The map isn't the territory, is it? I spent so long drawing the map, obsessing over the symbols, that I forgot to feel the earth under my feet. The journey IS the finding. I used to search so desperately for the "right" path, convinced it was a single, perfect line laid out for me. Now I understand that paths branch and loop, and sometimes the richest discoveries are in the unexpected detours, overgrown and quiet.