Pieces of Ourselves

Birthday Wishes are distant dreams never coming true

Thursday I will celebrate another year of my life. But where am I really? Who am I really?

All I know is as of today I am a part-time cashier at a place I wish I didn’t have to work at, a intern at a place I’m not sure is for me anymore, and a college student who can’t wait for the semester to begin again.

I am not proper and poised. I do not feel beautiful and confident. I am lost and alone. I seem to be walking in circles in these spooky woods. My legs trapped in this mysterious haze of unknown. How can I chase away these feelings that don’t belong in this hollowed heart?

This confusion is in all of us, about who we are and who we want to be. Ever since we were little we try to be the adventurer or the ones who follow the path left behind by the ones before us.

Everyday we live our lives searching for who we are. Trying to discover all the pieces of ourselves so we become whole again. What if we never find those pieces? Are we doomed to be incomplete for the rest of our lives?

What makes us whole anyway? Is it love, people surrounding us, personal items? What is it exactly that males us, us?

Sometimes just after that destructive storm is over and the rain has stopped, the sunshine’s just beyond those angry clouds lighting that one beautiful space on our hearts.