My Diary
Waiting for Permission
Dear Delyara, I realized today that I have been waiting for permission. Permission to rest. Permission to begin. Permission to be less afraid. Permission to want more. Permission to leave what is not right for me. The problem is, I do not know who I have been waiting for. No one is coming to formally announce that I am allowed to live differently. Maybe adulthood is just the moment you finally understand that
— Anonymous