I did something, and as always, I don't expect much out of it. I'm not sure whether is strengthens or weakens my faith; that I'm sure it'll happen someday or the uncertainty makes me want to lose hope altogether. I like to cling to the former.

But maybe I am okay here. What if I was never really meant to be anywhere but here? That my heart was longing to be in a faraway land because this is a natural occurrence for all human beings? What if? 

Here, I am comfortable, nearly content. But as a human, I am never really content, always seeking and desiring more, more, more. Isn't it the same for the rest of the Earth's population? We want more money, thinking it would provide us the happiness we long for, yet when we are given more, we ultimately want just a little bit more. It's a never-ending, tiring cycle.

So maybe this is where I'm supposed to be. Or maybe I just need to wait a little longer. So many years of waiting, not knowing when the right time is.

Then again, when it's supposed to happen, it will. In due time. In God's perfect time. After all, He is never too early nor too late. 

Still, I'd like to believe that I am okay here.