#Finding Myself

[starcyx]

Becoming her again ˚⋆୨୧˚

It starts small. Perfume on your wrists just because. A twirl in the mirror before you leave. That little thrill of choosing beauty even when no one is watching. And suddenly, you remember: this is who you were all along. You’re not changing—you’re coming home to yourself.

[socialbutterfly19]

I’m not ashamed

[journal-rasa]

Lagi suka dengan kalimat ini:

Setiap orang memiliki dosanya masing-masing.

Mungkin dosa kamu bukan mabuk-mabukan, bukan berzina, bukan meninggalkan shalat, bukan korupsi, bukan berdusta, bukan menipu.

Tapi sesimpel merasa dirimu lebih baik dari mereka.

"Merasa dirimu lebih baik dari mereka", dosa yang simpel, tapi sebenarnya fatal. Karena bisa saja dengan satu istighfar mereka di sepertiga malam, maka Allah hapus semua dosa mereka. Tapi dengan sedikit saja kita merasa lebih baik dari mereka, maka Allah hapus semua pahala amal kita.

Karena Allah yang berkuasa menghapus semua dosa hamba-Nya ketika mereka bertaubat, juga berkuasa menghapus semua amal hamba-Nya ketika mereka menyombongkan diri.

See? Betapa sering kita tertipu dengan ujian ini?

Ternyata jembatan shirath memang sesempit itu. Mungkin ini kenapa shalat diakhiri dengan salam ke kanan, dan salam ke kiri.

Karena tujuan kehidupan bukan hanya tentang kanan atau kiri, bukan hanya tentang benar atau salah, bukan hanya tentang baik atau buruk. Tapi tentang salam.

Keselamatan saat kita berada di golongan kanan, juga keselamatan saat kita tak sadar masuk golongan kiri. Keselamatan saat kita berada di atas kebenaran, juga keselamatan saat kita terjerumus dalam kesalahan. Keselamatan saat kita melakukan kebaikan, juga keselamatan saat kita tak sengaja melakukan keburukan.

[dreamspiritsblog]

"I'm out with lanterns looking for myself."

— Emily Dickinson

[toyastales]

Random Details #2

I lost myself trying to please everyone else. Now I'm losing everyone while I'm trying to find myself.

https://toyastales.blogspot.com/2024/11/random-details-2.html

[tamurakafkaposts]

Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you'll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life.

Pablo Neruda

[kathrynofgreats]

Why Complain About Lack of Self Realization When You're Always on That Damn Phone?

Lengthy bits of brutal motivation, learning acceptance, and friction.

Answering Kat:

"I've recently come upon the reality of graduation and the impending college applications. With such an important part of my life coming up, I started actually thinking about what I'm going to do once I'm a real adult. I doubtfully decided I was going to school for accounting, and then a career in it. It was easy to just say that, until now. I had the thought of, 'Wow. I'm so full of creativity, dreams, and fluidity. But, I choose a repetitive, soul-sucking career path.' How was I, the most imaginative person I know, going into the seeming same life set-up that I have now, that I so deeply resent?

And then I really thought about it. Full of creativity? I spent hours of my life consuming brainless content that influenced my daily daydreams, making me feel as good as I do after eating cheap fast food that leaves me on the toilet after ten minutes. Full of dreams? I can hardly figure out what I'm going to accomplish today, let alone come up with an idea of what I expect in five years. Full of fluidity? I get emotionally unregulated the moment one thing is out of place in my repetitive routine.

How does my own brain come up with crap and lies like this? I mean, I should know myself, right?

Except, here I am, a netizen since the age of seven. I've been consuming content since before I could find myself, and I expect to have myself figured out? To know what I want to do for the year? For the next five years?

How the hell did it get so bad?

Is there even anything salvageable to learn about myself at this point?

Is there even a me?"

Well, don't just sit there wondering. Get off your lazy butt and grab some paper and a writing utensil.

"Wow, that's original."

You're going to have to realize, hopefully sooner rather than later, that those annoying tips actually work. Yeah, going outside works, exercising works, drinking water works, eating good food works, and getting enough sleep works. Get out of your own stubborn head and just do it. Don't wait for the "right" time, the "perfect" moment, there is none. Right now is the moment. The present is all we have.

It's time to wonder about yourself as you do others. It's time for an introduction. Introduce yourself to you.

What's your name? Where are you from? Do you have family? Do you have pets? What do you do in your free time? What's something you've absolutely can't live without?

Why can't you live without it? Why do you do that in your free time? Why did you get that pet? How's your relationship with your family? Why do you live where you live? Why is that your name?

Why. A simple word. A word that I'm sure brings you back. Back to a time where people didn't feel shame for not knowing, for asking, for having curiosity. Live by this word. Always question things, like the seat that you chose, the picture you like, the reason for your laugh, the reason for your tears, the reason you eventually get up in the morning.

Get off the phone, even for an hour. You have so many questions for yourself, nothing is definitive about your always growing self.

Yes, there's always balance. Go ahead and take that break, of course you deserve it, but don't let that break become needlessly long. Don't let it become your entire life. The internet is fun, there's an infinite about of opportunity, but your brain wasn't made for that infinitive.

It's okay to not know everything always.

"But isn't it a bit late now? I'm still graduating soon. I have to decide now."

Graduation isn't the end. Your life is still there. It's okay that you can't see the very top of the stairs, you just haven't cleaned your glasses yet. Take some time and wipe the oil and dirt off, then keep climbing. Maybe they're really dirty because you were just busy having too much fun, or you simply forgot. Just stop where you are and clean. You'll thank yourself.

If you think accounting is safe. Go for it. If you end up thinking something else is safe. Go for it.

There's still time.

Even if you spend hours upon hours of your time dedicating yourself to this, and then realize it's not for you. That's fine. Just try again. Never stop trying.

Go all for it. Throw yourself into this, even if you're doubtful that it's even something you want to do for the next weeks. You'll never regret trying, you'll always regret not trying more.

That means running for that stupid position in that organization, talking to those people you don't like, waking up at that time you feel is ungodly, and doing that work you don't want to. Leave no room for regret. Your small moment of discomfort means much less than that heavy, guilt-tripping regret.

Just do stuff.

And do it for you.

Sincerely,

Kathryn

[rainysaturdaysaysstuff]

I know this won't reach a lot of people, but aroace people, how did you know you were aro? I'm struggling with finding myself and i don't know what to do...

[batbonesandlace]

It's almost been 2 years since I left my abuser. I'm so happy I can finally be myself without judgment.

[michaeldaaboul]

In a world chasing for more, choose meaning. In a world chasing speed, take a moment.

[thequietconstellation]

Sometimes, I lose myself. But oh, what a homecoming I have each time I find her again.

How silly of me to forget how lovely I am.

[socialbutterfly19]

Know what’s best for you

[new-beginnings-old-habits]

may we find each other in every life.

always.

- A. S. | Apr 21, 2025

[same-skies]

Finding my feet

In a land where shadows softly creep, 

Where unknown paths and secrets sleep, 

I found myself, a stranger's face, 

In this new, uncharted place.

The streets were whispers, tales untold, 

With every step, my heart grew bold. 

Though fear did knock, I stood my ground, 

In this strange place, my feet were found.

The skies were foreign, stars anew, 

Yet in their light, my courage grew. 

With every dawn, a chance to see, 

The beauty in this mystery.

Through winding roads and hidden lanes, 

I danced in sun and welcomed rains. 

For in this place, so wild and free, 

I found the strength to just be me.

The city breathed, a living art, 

Its pulse became my beating heart. 

Mountains rose like ancient kings, 

Whispering tales of timeless things.

Rivers flowed like veins of gold, 

Through valleys deep and stories old. 

The wind, a voice both soft and strong, 

Sang to me a foreign song.

In markets bright with colours rare, 

I found new dreams within the air. 

Each face, a book with pages turned, 

In every gaze, a lesson learned.

The night, a velvet cloak of stars, 

Guided me through near and far. 

In this place, both strange and grand, 

I found my feet, I made my stand.

Surviving storms with steadfast grace, 

I carved my path, I found my place. 

In every challenge, strength did grow, 

In every trial, a chance to show.

Living fully, heart and soul, 

Embracing life, becoming whole. 

With every breath, a song to sing, 

In every moment, blossoming.

Thriving in this newfound land, 

With open heart and outstretched hand. 

In this place, both wild and free, 

I found my home, I found me.

[behindstonewalls]

Im still perfecting my ability to write contrapuntal poems. I find them very complicated and challenging to write. I enjoy the challenge. This poem is about how a person can be one way in public, but in reality, their true self is completely different. I would love to know what you think.... sorry for the size it was the only way to fit the poem on to be read correctly lol

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