From the title alone, you might think this post is a tear-jerking, heart-spilling episode ypu wanna run away from. Hold up! let me explain it to you.
I often times hear folks talk about "finding themselves". Whatever that would mean I am not entirely sure. However, I do think it is said with the feeling that the person has not truly found their anchor in life or their true identity. A lot of us seem to say it mindlessly I will admit, but I do believe it carries that connotation. I on the other hand have a different or "warped" (according to some) view of life and the journey to ones true self. I believe that the beauty of life lies in the sequence of events that come together and form a beautiful mosaic pattern. Truthfully I have never really ever heard someone stand up and say " I have found myself". Have you? and that is because we never truly come to know ourselves until the end of our life.
Others will argue that there is no point in that if we will not come to enjoy our newly discovered identities. But that ladies and gents is the beauty of our existence. We do not live our lives to satisfy a particular goal or need. I believe life is meant to be savoured whilst we seek the ultimate end. The problem is that most of us are far too focused on achieving some set out goal that we miss out on the little things. For example when i speak of my University experience, I HARDLY talk about the actual graduation day, rather my mind travels back to the memories of my time there i.e the little puzzle pieces that made up the bigger picture. I am of the belief that there is no moment in life that is not worth remembering. Because ultimately those are the things we remember most-the seemingly trivial moments.
And hence this is why I have aptly named my first post "The Journey to Myself", because I want to chronicle the little moments that have added up to create my bigger picture. So welcome to my journey and I hope you can share yours too.
These are the words she wrote...
Kuda
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