Endless search

This Sunday evening, I find myself once again in a cafe, chasing after my dreams. I spent the day writing essays and reflecting on the past five years of my life.

A friend once asked me how I manage to live without a single day entirely to myself. At times, it does feel as though even twenty four hours are not enough to pursue everything I aspire to accomplish. Yet anyone who has lived through such a season of relentless focus might understand. There is a certain rhythm to being immersed in meaningful work.

In college, I was surrounded by peers who shared that same rhythm, and being fully engaged required no explanation. After graduation, however, I often met people from different paths who questioned the pace of my life. At times, I caught myself justifying my dedication, though I know there is no need to feel guilty for giving my best.

Perhaps this post reads like a vent, but in truth, it is not written to build walls. This space has always been about connection. Maybe what I am really seeking is to reconnect with those who understand this pursuit, the people who know what it means to pour themselves wholly into a dream.

Recently, I was able to reconnect with a long lost college friend who is also chasing a similar path. I was so grateful to find someone in the same boat. We instantly understood each other without needing many words, and we were both willing to help and encourage one another. Isn’t it interesting how finding kindred spirits can make life feel so much lighter, even in the most daunting seasons?