I keep losing my things. My favorite things. Scarf, head, jacket, wallet, books – I have lost it all. And sometimes in between I keep losing myself. I lose who I truly am and what I truly want and what I truly believe in. Between the worries of trying to be neutral, being ‘everybody’s darling’ and political correct, worrying about others and their reaction and avoiding to be confronted with being viewed as weird or a bad person it feels like a zigzag route postponing the true me. Even though a selfless and diplomatic approach in life and trying to make sure everyone around you is fine is a nice thing but trying to please everyone and forgetting to listen to your own needs and truth can withdraw so much of your energy that at the end you are left empty, confused and lost.
I have never found again any of the things that I lost. But myself I have found again after all. And I never felt so free inside re-gaining a “possession.”
Words by Sigrun
Photo by Laurine Bailly on Unsplash
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Nothing that I’ve misplaced has ever come back into my possession again penalty kick online. On the other hand, I have, in the end, come back to myself.
I also spent a while struggling to find my true self. I once forgot what I really liked and only cared about other people’s preferences. But then I was exhausted. Because of an event I decided to change. Now, I always prioritize basketball stars my feelings. I feel enough and happy right now.