Blind Alley. Roughly a year ago, I began my journey… | by G S Anggara | Oct, 2025

Roughly a year ago, I began my journey with nothing but a pen and a sheet of brown paper, wrapped in leather and tied with a string to keep it safe. Today, there’s no longer pen and paper in my hands, but digital notes have taken their place, more practical, more versatile, and undeniably convenient. Times have changed, and life, as always, evolves with it.

As the balance of life started to shift, it was a friend who first became my haven. But over time, that friend turned into something more like a family, though not by blood. Trust, ever-present, gave us the courage to open up without fear. Sometimes, we don’t need advice or answers. We just need to be heard. To speak freely is often enough to find our balance again. The sincerity we share can’t be measured in material terms; it’s something far deeper.

Now, my life too is evolving. Just like the pen and paper that were replaced, the way I express myself has transformed. It’s not that I no longer trust. It’s not that I’ve lost my friends; they are still here, supporting me to this very moment. But I’ve found a strange sense of relief in speaking one-way, without boundaries or worries.

Everything I write, whether a story or a poem that appears out of the blue, is no longer pure fiction. It reflects reality. Perhaps this is what growing up teaches us. Adulthood draws lines. It teaches us how to endure. It shows us how to share joy while quietly carrying pain. It teaches us to let go with grace and to face trials with patience.

The truth is, adulthood is filled with blind alleys, moments where choices must be made without clear direction. It may appear that I make wise decisions, but often, it’s not wisdom that guides me; it’s necessity. I’ve come to realize that the older we grow, the more challenges we face. Our minds grow more crowded with worries, yet somehow, we’re expected to act with clarity and strength.

Patience has become my compass in navigating life. I no longer obsess over walking tall or making bold strides. My journey now is simply about continuing to move forward, even if the steps are small and uncertain.

Letting go, each day I hope to master it a little more. Not every desire must turn into a need. Some dreams are just that, dreams. “Let it go” has become a whisper in my mind, not just in habits, but even in matters of the heart. I’ve learned to love without expectation. Maybe I was never meant to have it returned. But my love remains, perhaps endlessly, and that’s enough.

This is the story that began in a blind alley. A story of learning to let go and finding the strength to be patient in the face of life’s many turns.