Sometimes

I feel like I am not enough,
sometimes.
I feel my worth is conditioned and shaped by my external experiences, achievements and encounters, by external validation,
sometimes.
I feel misunderstood and alone,
sometimes.
I feel lost,
sometimes.
But other times,
I feel at peace in the moment when the sun hits my face.
Other times,
I give myself permission to cry, just to see sadness contained in little drops.
Other times,
I am free and boundless, when my awareness settles once again in the infinite nothing.
Other times,
I feel deep silence and space that propels me forward to my truth.
And always,
I just am.
I am.