I don’t know what to name this feeling. I am not even sure if it’s good or bad for others.
I can feel my inner-self crunch and reshape inside of me. It’s so calming.
I am not seeing what they called beautiful. I see the small ‘beautifuls’ in everything now. In everything that is around me; in everything that is in me.
It’s strange that I, half believed in God. I mean, I was always alone. All by myself. But I always found myself praying to someone when I was in trouble.
Such a hypocrite, I was. Just like everyone else.
I think I’m finally becoming what I always wanted to be. I can feel myself step into the bubble, ready to be swept away with the wind. I am finally letting go, what I always held on to. I am finally feeling complete. And this is the best feeling.
I was probably living a life that was not mine. I always tried hard to be ‘the one’. I always portrayed myself to be tough; the one who could turn rocks to get what she aspired for. Why was I doing that? Why did I always try to be someone that I never wanted to be? Why? I don’t know.
I was never the true version of ‘me’ in front of anyone. Not even myself.
Today, I feel free. I feel bold. I feel vulnerable. I feel giddy. I feel happy.
I feel infinite.
I don’t know what brought about this change in me. But I am glad that it finally happened.