Who I was, is no longer who I am.
Some of it is welcome; as I grow up, there's less things to make me cringe in retrospect.
But then there is also the enhanced awareness of consequences and consequently, fear. Oh, so much fear! Scared of germs, scared of small spaces, scared of my car breaking down in the middle of winter, scared of the economy.
Am I the same person that stomped a cockroach with my bare foot? No! (ew)
Am I the same person that biked up to Sydney Point every evening? Can I ever walk into a streetside cafe and enjoy a scoop of fresh strawberry icecream by myself again? I don't think so...
..but I miss parts of it that I struggle to retain. I miss being known for not saying sorry. I even miss my peeves, the naive worries of past. I miss enjoying the ferris wheel sans the sound of my heart beating in my ears.
The inevitable change, the obvious resistance to change, combined with the constant strive for deference, leads to disaster and progress.
What happened to you? You used to be so bindaas!
What happened to you? You were always the class clown!
What happened to you?
All grown up.
One day you will tire of it and decide you need some space. Either you will pack a bag and fly off to Europe to walk the streets of Portofino. Or you might take up a meditation class. You may stop answering your needy (ex-)girlfriend's emails. How about adopting a puppy?
Because you can't tell the difference between filling a void or finding your self.
What was life like? What was I like? I breathe slow and deep and riddle myself with the meaning of life and of the Universe. The phone rings but I request the caller to leave me alone for a few days: Stop distracting me, I am trying to get in touch with my soul.
The hours pass to a climax. And, finally, now, I realize the beautiful but harsh truth: it's too late.
I am trying to get in touch with myself, but it's too late: that self no longer exists.
Who I was, is no longer who I am.
9 comments:
What a poetic post!
Awareness leaves us confused at times.. :-)
(You have a girlfriend? Or were you just taking some poetic license?)
You are good.. :-)
Long time, no see, Mental
When I need an ego boost, I post something and then wait eagerly for your comments!
Reference to gf was generic..sometimes in my writing like to break the gender barrier--like a certain Ms. A:)
Ego boast - Isn't that why we blog? What could easily go in our personal diaries, finds a place on a website, waiting for a validation and approval..
breaking gender barrier is good..who's A? Okay don't say anything.. :P
Hey another good thing about you - you need the ego boast 3-4 times in a year..i know a certain Ms. A who needs it every month in the least..Knowing her personally she needs more doses, thankfully she is very lazy! :-)
I do have a private blog also just don't post there too often (haha as if I do here!)
With my self esteem issues, trust me, its just that I'm lazier than you that I don't post often. That and..my regular thoughts are pretty shallow lol
private blogs..hmm..what's the link?? :P
A year and a half...
I'm just not a good writer anymore )
Will post something soon. 2012 can't just pass by with zero thoughts!
Strip yourself of all the adjectives..And then you write..That's how you think and that's how you should write.. :)
It is end of July..Come on!
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