Some days I miss the person I used to be. I miss the outlook on life I had, I miss the certainty. I’m no longer that person; I’m lost in a pool of doubt. I don’t know where I’m going and I don’t know where I came from but something tells me I have a purpose. Perhaps I’m on a mission and there are times I need to press forward and times I need to stand still, stand my ground. This may be all I’m certain of.