When I see myself not fitting into a role, I get bogged down and upset for a while. The “a while” used to take up my whole teenage years, then half of a decade of my youth, now a few months of my time.
Each time I realised that, that’s not who I want to become. And I let go of comparing myself to others who may be excelling at what I also do. Then I realised, my path is mine. I’m still carving. On the way I meet some curves and bends and that’s very ok. Keep walking or running at your own pace of life. Sometimes, it takes a while to be happy, but happiness always come, no matter how long, keep doing your best at what’s right in front of you, and live everyday with gratitude and appreciation, believe that this is the best at this point, that the responsibility to find the “better” lies in me keep believing and paying gratitude to each moment.
Spiralling out of control sometimes bring life a little zest.
Run, keep running with a renewed sense of purpose.
Keep running spiral and get out of control.
Because first, comes your prayers, your desires. Then comes the challenges to put you out of your comfort zone, to get you running again, lest you forget that dynamic progress is about overcoming one challenge at a time, sometimes, a few challenges at a time.
Remember a time when I used to slap things on my body to try on different identities. Floral prints, massive floral earrings, colourful dresses, smaller dresses, colour on my face…
Today, I just slap on myself. Whatever is slapped on me doesn’t really bother me. Except, when people keep thinking that it bothers me. That, bothers me. If you know what I mean. I am glad that I live among people who told me to “be brave and be you”. There is never a right or wrong, unless harm is done mentally or physically (Oh, and it took some time to meet people who tell me they enjoy my presence as who I am).
People’s voices, potential voices, so many times can make “me” feel being “myself” is wrong. Sometimes, to make “others” feel a little less anxious for “me” being “me”, I slap something of “them” on “me”, as a form of respect and love for “them”. Maybe “they” don’t know it, and maybe “I” don’t notice that, “they” too slap on a little part of “me” to respect and show “their” love for “me”.
Being yourself is not an easy thing to do albeit sounding like the most sensible thing to do. Being yourself means to be the best version of yourself, little by little, year by year, month by month, day by day, moment by moment. Being yourself means you’re fully aware of your environment, and your relationship with it. Because who are you without your environment?
Self and no others are just a false sense of security in identity. Self with others (organic or inorganic) when merged is the ultimate sense of self.
So when being you, never underestimate how hard that desire is to achieve. And never take for granted how far you have come. And don’t stop until the last breath you draw from your environment. Be you. Authentically you, take one brave and compassionate step at a time.
You’re enough, your identity is to be discovered. Not to be altered.
Living on this island city, staring at the rainfall.
I wonder what I have done to deserve the ground I stood on.
Grateful to be able to work everyday to share what I believe in and what I have been given to posterity.
To continue living the legacy of those who come before me.
Thank you teachers, mentors, comrades…
Thank you for believing in me when I lost all hope in myself.
Thank you for seeing what I did not see in me. And gave me the space to grow into the person I am.
Thank you for giving me this life I’m living. The second chance to do better than the first one I totally disregarded.
Thank you for giving me the ground I could stand on so resolutely, so courageously, and so joyfully. To continue fulfilling my mission in this life, this second life that you taught me to fight for.
Just want to make a note on the milestone of a personal 3rd decade.
Right before it started, it got so dark that I began to doubt everything I have ever done. What changed this time was that I absolutely refused to believe that my life is just for naught.
And things started to shift. Really shift this time. And I am loving my current job and volunteer opportunities. And I’m truly doing what I love and loving what I do, at the same time, noticing that my voice matter, and could potentially change lives. What more can I ask for?
What causes have I made in the past to deserve such a wonderful youth. So grateful to all my mentors in life who have shown me my own courage, wisdom and compassion.
The next decade will be the final act of my youth, and I will be working not only harder, but wiser for what I love, and for those I love. Hopefully in the process inspire many more to believe in themselves and their youth, of infinite potential.
The delicate balance between the good and evil, is what keeps a wonderful world. Not one extreme or the other. If all evil has been eradicated, no good can exist.
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