You have to know. Your inconsistency is what makes you beautiful. Every time you pick a single path and walk it, you wither and die on the way, only to be resurrected again at the cross path. You belong there, because that’s where people going their ways get to see you the way you are, before leaving you.
And you also have to know that no matter how painful you convince yourself that this is, it is not. Your happiness is the marks you leave in people’s hearts, and the spring you blow in their sighs.
Don’t break your chest by not being at that cross path, ibhog. Be who you are.