Here I am. I am lost. I am trying to find myself. I am trying to re-gain who I am.
Uncertainty is ever present. Insecurity was my worst enemy. All my life, I was scared. I was
frightened. I could not find myself in
the solace of time. It took me years to figure out what was the real score on
life’s mystery and its difference. Still, it remained a mystery I couldn't figure.
Several internal struggles interfered. Mind over heart;
Selflessness over selfishness; Job versus career. Choosing the path of life I would want was
really difficult to unleash. I was
afraid of taking the risk. I loved being in the comfort zone. Change was very
difficult to manage. Paradigm shift was taken
out of my vocabulary.
I was a scapegoat. Escape was my solace. It was the easiest
thing to do but it should never be the case. I hate confrontation. Reality bit
me hard. I felt lonesome. No one ever
minds of who or what I am to them. I was just there for comfort whenever they
needed me. But whenever I needed them, I never find them. Or should I say, I
had the hardest time to find them for I was afraid of what would they say about
me.
I have a complicated life to begin with. I hate dramas. I abhor competition. I dislike comparison. I detest criticism. I hear but I never listen.
I am the usual silent type of girl;
however, it does not mean I do not complain. I complain a lot yet no one hears
for I only keep those to myself.
I felt all these
struggles when I entered my 20+ age. I never thought that life was really
unfair. Nevertheless, I have to accept that life is unjust in the first place.
I have dark memories of the past. I have regretted several things in life. No
one puts to blame except me because I’m the captain of my ship.I followed where the flow leads me.
I lost my zest to study and learn. My
ego has almost swallowed me.
I stop believing. I lack the faith. I am hopeless. Now, I am defeated. Pessimism overruled my life. Negativity affected my inner self in general.
At this moment, I don’t know how to start and lead a life
filled with optimism. Depressing as it seems, but, who will
bother to help me?
the empty bench @Plaza Cuatel in Puerto Princesa, Palawan |
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