Losing yourself happens frequently throughout life. You know who you are one minute, and the next…you’re staring in the mirror, seeing a stranger looking back at you: a stranger that wears your face.
It’s a weird feeling. You tug at the skin; you pinch it a little. You can feel it, those tiny pain sensations, so it must be your face…but you still don’t recognize the person in that mirror.
Sometimes, growth and change sneak up on us…leaving disoriented in its wake. Who is this person? Who am I? How have I become this? When did this happen?
You remember who you were, and you long to be that person again because the growth and the change scares you. You long for simpler times; familiar times. This unknown person staring back at you, they can’t be better than the person you once were – because you won’t give this person a chance to shine. You are stuck.
You don’t spend enough time with yourself; you don’t give yourself a chance to reveal all of it’s new, shiny parts. You only see the faults.
With age does not come wisdom, despite what they tell you. We’re all floating, all trying not to drown in the sea of life and obligations and responsibilities, what society deems acceptable and unacceptable. We all feel like robots, programmed to be and look a certain way, programmed to think that if they aren’t that way, they’re faulty. Obsolete.
Fuck what society says; fuck what they deem acceptable. If acceptable is to be tiny and toned and witty and quiet and everything you aren’t – who cares? Break the mold. Embrace yourself, faults and all, because you are the one that truly has to live with yourself. You could have a billion roommates, but none of them will spend time in your head, in the thoughts that occupy your mind.
People are not robots: people are never obsolete.