To live, to feel, to be
Lost in the labyrinth of being twenty, I wander aimlessly. My heart has been bruised by echoes of farewells and my spirit has scarred by failures’ sting. My soul has been drenched by jealousy’s venom, anger’s tempest, and sadness’ endless rain. I have questioned my worth in a fair amount, felt unloved in a shadow of self-doubt cast upon my being. In fact, last night, tears were my silent companions as darkness consumed me. Do hearts still care in this indifferent world? Can I mend my broken pieces without another’s hand? Will love ever grace my path?
Though the world is said to be my oyster, I am but a grain of sand within this boundless sea. Yearning to be everything and nothing, I am a paradox adrift. I crave recognition, yet yearn for obscurity. I’m like a solitary soul in a crowded world, searching for a place where I can simply exist, unseen and unheard.
Shrouded in the blush of embarrassment, I watch as life unfolds for others. People’s loves have blossomed, their careers ascending, while I stand alone, off the mark in a no-man’s land. This vast world overwhelms me, an immeasurable expanse where I am but a fleeting speck. And, when the age of thirty looms, it’ll feel like a stark reminder of unrealised dreams. I always wanted to travel, but fear’s icy grip binds me to the shore. Will this dread be my constant friend? Must I forever measure myself against the lives of others?
I’m like a solitary figure perched on a cliff’s edge where I can gaze into a big landscape of the world, questioning every path. Am I equipped for the journey? Will the waves of failure consume me? Should I turn back and chart a new course? Doubt gnaws at my core, leaving little but the tattered remnants of my pride. I feel defeated, yet endured, facing a horizon brimming with both promise and peril.
Still, a flicker of contentment ignites within, a spark kindled by the arras of life unfolding. Challenges, they are the sculptor’s chisel, shaping the resilient soul. I shall unshackle my spirit, allowing it to dance upon the winds of destiny. I will let my soul wander free. For in this infinite expanse of being alive, there is room for every melody, every silent note. And in this grand orchestration of existence, my purpose resonates: to live, to feel, to be.
