Dragonfly

Do you know that feeling when you’re on a journey and it’s awful but you stick with it even though it kind of sucks because there are just enough good moments to keep you hanging on?

Like, you know deep down it’s probably a terrible idea, but you’re like, meh, let’s see where this goes. Hoping maybe you’re wrong. It’s kinda like doomscrolling when you’re convinced something interesting will pop up any second.

Then, out of nowhere, you get to the “destination” and it’s even worse than the journey. But instead of admitting defeat, you gaslight yourself into thinking it’s fine. Maybe even great. (it’s not.)

Until one day, out of nowhere, you snap. You just can’t do it anymore. So you leave. And surprisingly, you don’t regret it—you just feel relieved. Because now, it can’t hold you back anymore. You’re finally free to choose a different path, free from all the “what ifs.”

And that’s the thing—If something isn’t meant for you, it’ll keep throwing red flags at your face until you finally get the hint.

(Years ago, I joked that I might actually be a mosquito. And well… dragonflies do eat mosquitoes. So, uh…I’ve been living in constant danger and didn’t even know it.)