Do we always know who we are?
Do we truly understand ourselves,
What we want, where we belong,
Or who we're becoming as the years go by?
As we age, we keep living,
Moving from one day to the next.
But is merely living enough,
Or is a life meant to feel more alive?
On this journey,
Are we procrastinating our deepest thoughts?
Choosing to remain where we are
Because we're afraid of what waits beyond the familiar?
Or is seeking a safe space
Not such a bad thing after all?
Perhaps safety isn't exciting,
Life must feel exciting. No?
Do we ever find the love we deserve?
Sometimes someone can be everything
We thought we were looking for,
And still not be everything our heart needs.
And if we keep questioning it,
Maybe there's a reason for that too.
Understanding others is difficult,
But understanding ourselves can be harder still.
We spend so much time searching for answers elsewhere,
When perhaps the answers are waiting within.
Maybe that's why, sometimes,
We need to sit quietly with ourselves,
To listen, reflect, and untangle our thoughts,
Until we finally understand what our heart has been trying to say.
