Life is funny. You grow up simply being drawn to what you enjoy and don’t think much of it. You may do it every day all day and never tire of it. Then you hit the point in age where you start caring too much about what others think of you, and you desparately try to fit in. It’s during this time, that you forget who you really are and what the real you truly enjoys doing. You bury inside, what you need to be happy. You forget it, it gets lost… Then because we replaced who we really are with this false persona, we attract all the wrong people and can’t figure out how we ended down this road.
One day, it hits you, that something is missing…and you find yourself craving the things you used to do, like reading romance novels, painting with gouache, playing volleyball, running, doing makeup, writing, photography, etc. You find that when you are doing these things, you are intrinsically happy, hours go by and you haven’t noticed, you feel revived, worthy, you have a sense of purpose, even if you are not that good at it, you don’t care.
The hardest part about this realization is, you think to yourself, if doing this makes me so happy and content, why didn’t I start sooner?I am not sure my younger self would have listened had someone shared this wisdom with me, but I certainly would have wished I had.
We spend so much time chasing falsities in life when we could be living our truths. So, if you are that person who buried your interests away and have now re-discovered them, bravo! better late than never. But if you are that person trying really hard to fit in and compromising who you are and what you are, then wake up and smell the coffee because living this way will never truly deep down inside, lead you back to that path of happiness. xo