Somewhere Between

I'm somewhere between who I was and who everyone expects me to become. Old enough to understand that life isn't always fair, but young enough to still believe it might be. I laugh when I'm supposed to, say "I'm fine" when I'm not, and keep things inside because explaining them sometimes feels harder than carrying them. Nobody tells you that growing up isn't just getting older. It's realizing your parents don't have every answer. Your friends can change. Your dreams can change. And sometimes even you can become a stranger to yourself. There are nights when I wonder if I'm becoming someone I'll be proud of. Not someone perfect. Just someone who made it through without becoming bitter. Because maybe life was never about having everything figured out. Maybe it's about walking through the uncertainty with shaking hands and still choosing to take another step. So I'll keep growing. Even when it hurts. Even when I'm confused. Even when I don't recognize the person staring back at me. Because somewhere between who I was and who I'm becoming, there's a version of me still learning that it's okay not to have all the answers.