They tell me it's not so much about the destination but about the journey. I get that. I really do. And I'm trying to enjoy my journey as much as I can. I'm learning and laughing, singing and crying, loving and losing. I'm filling up my experience bank with centavos and pesos that will someday amount to millions. I will have amassed so much.

But, my destination worries me. And I cannot help but obsess about the future. Which is futile, I know. There's really no point in stressing over something I have no total control over. All I can do is work on the here and now and pray that it brings me somewhere I can be happy and content.

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But how long will it take me to see even a glimpse of that happily ever after?