Most of my life is spent in confusion. I am for the most part utterly aware of the chaos I’ve been hurled into. Sometimes, though, in rare moments of clarity, I feel peace in my reflections. Things aren’t so bad, life isn’t so cruel, the universe isn’t so void of direction and meaning. In those rare moments, I find hope. I’m able to comprehend what I’ve wanted to know for weeks. And most often, it’s just simply recognizing that I’ve been on the right track, and that things will be okay, no matter which direction I end up headed. I have been doing alright, and I will be okay.