The search of an answer I have been on can never come to an end, for I have been searching for something that never ends.
I would like to meet myself, the one God intended to be or rather the one God wants me to be.
Over the years I have been on a quest, a quest I thought I knew about but the more I came close to it, the more foreign it beca
me.
I have seen different places, met different people and I hoped I'd get to know them, hear their stories, perhaps lead their lives. The more it went on I got all the more confuse of what I was searching for. I started out as myself and thought I knew who I was but I was walking all over myself just to find only what was but me. Different stages had different definitions, sometimes things look clearer than the other times.
At times I felt like a flipping coin, you know, one moment you are head the next, tail, and you couldn't really tell what you are. People only see the flipped side. It could be good or bad, but the truth is, both are one.
All these are like a turbulence in a storm, a storm of confusion, of no answer, of no meaning.
The Big question is, is there an answer? There must be, there should be! So like a calm after the storm, quite, total silence, no need for an answer; for, what you've just lived through was deafening. But, there is a ray of hope. Because of the amount of experience you had, nothing seems worst which means it can only move upwards.
Finally, do I get to meet myself? I am still meeting him everyday, a new me, a new unfolding. I will never fully know. I am never who I was and never will be what I am. I am not who I am. I will never be. I can never depend on myself, so fickle a being. I wish I can end with a bang of solutions with answers but, no! That's what you get when you start with a conclusion. You conclude where you started.
I would like to meet myself, the one God intended to be or rather the one God wants me to be.
Over the years I have been on a quest, a quest I thought I knew about but the more I came close to it, the more foreign it beca
I have seen different places, met different people and I hoped I'd get to know them, hear their stories, perhaps lead their lives. The more it went on I got all the more confuse of what I was searching for. I started out as myself and thought I knew who I was but I was walking all over myself just to find only what was but me. Different stages had different definitions, sometimes things look clearer than the other times.
At times I felt like a flipping coin, you know, one moment you are head the next, tail, and you couldn't really tell what you are. People only see the flipped side. It could be good or bad, but the truth is, both are one.
All these are like a turbulence in a storm, a storm of confusion, of no answer, of no meaning.
The Big question is, is there an answer? There must be, there should be! So like a calm after the storm, quite, total silence, no need for an answer; for, what you've just lived through was deafening. But, there is a ray of hope. Because of the amount of experience you had, nothing seems worst which means it can only move upwards.
Finally, do I get to meet myself? I am still meeting him everyday, a new me, a new unfolding. I will never fully know. I am never who I was and never will be what I am. I am not who I am. I will never be. I can never depend on myself, so fickle a being. I wish I can end with a bang of solutions with answers but, no! That's what you get when you start with a conclusion. You conclude where you started.
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| Is the answer beyond the horizon? Perhaps! |
