#finding yourself
Find Your True Self
see the world passing by
through your inner eye
trying different lifes
in multiple times
on earth and in the sky
-MayAPoetBe (draft)
Here I am up at 3am, searching for myself. Searching for a meaning, a purpose. Who I am, who people say I am, who my parents think I am, who I’m meant to be, who I should be.
You will get through this.❤️
My soul is at a constant tug-of-war between having a happy heart and a melancholy mind. I think that is why I am so positive toward others and sad toward myself.
Sometimes when I’m sad I’ll envision myself 30 or 40 years into the future. I think about her looking into my present life and how hopeless I felt about so many things. And then after, I imagine her laughing at me with tears in her eyes, I picture her saying that it’ll all work out and my life will end up okay. That I found the love and the life my soul had been searching for.
The irony of how we find ourselves the most when we’re lost.
Most people, on waking up, accelerate through a quick panicky pre-consciousness check-up: who am I, where am I, who is he/she, good god, why am I cuddling a policeman’s helmet, what happened last night?
And this is because people are riddled by Doubt. It is the engine that drives them through their lives. It is the elastic band in the little model airplane of their soul, and they spend their time winding it up until it knots. Early morning is the worst time–there’s that little moment of panic in case You have drifted away in the night and something else has moved in. This never happened to Granny Weatherwax. She went straight from fast asleep to instant operation on all six cylinders. She never needed to find herself because she always knew who was doing the looking.
Terry Pratchett, Witches Abroad
Tomorrow is a new day, just believe in yourself.
I think I’ve finally let you go.
Nothing feels more refreshing.
MK Ireland #249 : f r e s h || a i r
“‘Finding yourself’ is not really how it works. You aren’t a ten-dollar bill in last winter’s coat pocket. You are also not lost. Your true self is right there, buried under cultural conditioning, other people’s opinions, and inaccurate conclusions you drew as a kid that became your beliefs about who you are. ‘Finding yourself’ is actually returning to yourself. An unlearning, an excavation, a remembering who you were before the world got its hands on you.”
Emily McDowell
