Where I am Supposed to Be

I walk up to a stage, my footsteps thunder behind me. I look at the crowd of thousands in front of me, patiently waiting. I begin to speak and speech flows right from heart and mouth. I speak with passion, I speak with heat, I speak with strength. I speak about what I want and what I love. What I speak will change the world.

This is exactly where I am supposed to be.

I am in a heated debate. I express my opinions, thoughts and ideas. A worthy opponent challenges me on everything I had ever thought and everything I ever am. I am proven wrong, over and over again until my entire world has been toppled upside down and I have no choice but to rethink my very own perspective and improve it as much as humanly possible. I do the same for my beloved opponent.

This is exactly where I am supposed to be.

I sit behind my eager laptop and I write. With inspiration flowing through my veins and ideas flowing through my fingers, I write! Putting my ideas into beautiful words, my vision into fantastic sentences, I write.

This is exactly where I am supposed to be.

I whisk with great ferocity, tearing up at my creation with great pride. I add a little extra sugar and a lot of extra love and put it into the warm breeze of an oven. I watch my brownies rise a little and melt a little more. I sigh with contentment at the thought of my eager family members devouring them in only an hours wait!

This is exactly where I am supposed to be.

I stand at the climate protest, yelling at the top of my lungs whatever needs to be yelled. I stand amongst thousands of concerned humans, begging for those with great power to accept the great responsibility that comes with. Marching with determination and hope.

This is exactly where I am supposed to be.

I sit on my bed with a paintbrush nestled into my hair and paint all over my sheets. It’s late, I should’ve gone to sleep hours ago, but the creative flow waits for no man! I do gentle, messy strokes. They are nonsensical on their own but eventually work together to form the bigger, more glorious artwork.

This is exactly where I am supposed to be.

I am on a drive with my sister. Blasting music, singing along with girth, windows down to allow the gorgeous spring breeze to play with my hair and dance alongside me. We drive into the sunset, just us two, unbeknownst and uncaring of whatever lies ahead.

This is exactly where I am supposed to be.

There are moments, glorious and heavenly moments, that make you know,

“This is exactly where I am supposed to be.”

You may have not discovered those moments yet, but when you do,

Life will suddenly make a lot more sense.