Over the past week, there’s a few things that I’ve come to realise about myself, about others and about everything around me. I’ve been trying to figure it all out in my head and it’s never quite clicked until now, never quite understood how to attain the peace I’ve been wanting over the past year.
I always thought it was down to sculpting yourself on how you wanted to be. How you aimed in your life, how you must always be defiant of others if they were to stop you in your tracks but what I’ve learnt is more than this.
I’ve discovered me again.
There was once a time in my life when everyone heavily respected me. Upon growing up and moving away from what I actually am, I’ve pretty much slipped into the “normal” radar and become a normal person. I’ve never been normal. To be normal is to not have depth and depth is the one thing that I hold dear to me. There’s so many levels to me. I thought by trying to get them out in the open, I’d suddenly become a better person.
But from this journey of life, a simple week staying at your friends house is possibly the best thing you can do for yourself. Here’s the recent thing I’ve learnt.
Feelings are a part of me. I shouldn’t be ashamed to have them. I get nervous around people I like, I sometimes feel overshadowed by my best friend, I always feel bad for picking on my other best friend. These are feelings that I’ve always wanted to get rid of. But I’ve learnt it’s about accepting yourself for who you are. It’s about just going with the flow and letting life work itself out for you. Love people. Let them know. I’ve never been good with expressing feelings. I never will be. I do try though. Because I never know what I’m afraid of. Rejection isn’t something that has consequence. I should embrace it. But It’ll never leave me. I’ll always be scared. And for me, that’s a good thing. It makes me happy.
I don’t always have to speak. I was never a good talker anyway. I don’t plan to talk more than I have to from this point onwards. This makes me happy. I’m not trying to be something I’m not. I’m just being me again.
I have beautiful, amazing friends. The people I have affections for amaze me and excite me. It’ll never change and I don’t expect it to ever change again. I can focus on what’s important now. Focus on me. And focus on others.
The thing I want to aim for next is to just connect. I’ve been having trouble connecting with people. I’m not sure why. I don’t know if the physiological break down affected me and turned me into what I’m not but if it was. It’s time to recover and finally be happy again. Embrace my conflicts and make them beautiful. Never be ashamed of myself, be open. Enjoy everything. Be healthy. Look after others. Make life the picture it needs to be. Love everyone I see.
And keep it up.
-Joseph Condren-
from InExplicablyInsane http://inexplicablyinsane.blogspot.com/2012/05/becoming-yourself.html




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