i guess people in this world do change. afterall, when i try to look at myself and see how its like, say, 12 years ago, gosh... i am not the same person anymore. neither can i think how i could be like i was again.
being myself again like i was all these while...
means...
- back to being on my own again, depending just on myself for emotional support
- thinking no one could help me but myself (real stupid idea i know, but...)
- losing faith
- losing heart
- anguish at how i could be like this all these years, at how i have become
- disbelieving my place in others, coz... afterall that's what i had been made to feel
- quick to dispair, quick to let go, to switch my focus on other things to forget
- yet still, the pain comes back sometimes, in the darkest hour, when i'm as usual alone, with people around but solitary amongst the crowd and activity... in mind and heart
coz it's hard to let go of some things, and i need someone to have patience, to show me the way, to be there for me, and thru it all, understand me, and make me believe in myself, in others, again...
when i'm down, the only way to stand up again is to fight against the odds... a process by which i'll lose others faith in myself
and i remember the words from "Credo" by Joyce Carey:
The truth is that life is hard and dangerous;
That he who seeks his own happiness does not find it;
That he who is weak must suffer;
That he who is greedy will not be fed;
That he who demands love, will not find it;
That he who seeks peace, will find strife;
That truth is only for the brave;
That joy is for him who does not fear to be alone;
That life is for the one who is not afraid to die.
And so many times, i've always wanted to seek dangerous thrills and crazy stunts on mountain hiking trips... so many times i see the edge of cliffs, so easy to just put my foot out unto nothingness... but no courage to do so on my own. wish i'm more accident-prone, just to see how long and how far i can push myself living this life.
the most extreme end of the bottomless pit, is when i have nothing left inside, yet be as normal, cool and chirpy on the outside where everyone sees, like an empty decorated bottle. coz that's when i'm down in the bottom of the pit and no one knows enough to help pull me up... and its hard enough to even try by myself to feel the slippery walls, and crawl towards the light. and i just look normal on the outside until that becomes what i am... being myself... a hollow shell.
no need to change myself for others...
when changing myself with the help of others makes me a happier person, fills my life more, and living my life to the fullest for myself and for others… for our happiness together…
now, should I still be my old self?
I’ve just found my smile back, and now I may be losing it again, hopefully not…
so... what's the the world like now?
i don't wanna slip back to the bottom of the pit again, been there too many times.
Gotta hang on with all i've got, every last bit of life...
the more i know and go thru, the less i understand...
trying to re-think my place in this world...
maybe baobei is right, that i'm still not ready yet,
and maybe now the longer i walk this path, the less i can comprehend...
don't know if i'm ready for anything, anymore...
just be my own lone self again, and just let the rest of the world past by...
not much energy left after many tries, all spent...
tired and weary, life playing itself out...