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The Disquiet Within

Happiness, that sometimes elusive mark. shifting and shapeshifting.
Until it seems that one has spent an entire lifetime trying to find
and keep happiness. A friend asked me recently how I was feeling. I
had only one word for him....I said that there's is a disquiet within.
Funny thing is that I have never used that word before. Of that I can
assure you. So where it came from I do not know, exactly. But it was
apt for me.

I am searching. For myself. For happiness to replace this disquiet.
For life and laughter to shine through. I would tell me to stop
searching and just be happy but I am of a certainty that I have not
quite learned how to just be. I am constantly asking myself questions.
What do I really wanna do with my life? Is this going the way it
should go? Am i really happy or am I stitching together patches of
good moments and trying to make them into the fabric that I will one
day call my life? I used to be this focused, driven person. With a
sense of purpose. But I've realised recently that I have lost myself
along the way. And now I'm mostly scared.

I want to take some time out for myself and just be me. But who am I?
How can I be myself when I do not even know who I am?

And when I die what will they say of me? "Wife", "Mother","sister" and
"daughter"? Is that all that should be said of me? Shouldn't there be
more? A lot of people go through life and are the end that's all they
are remembered as.

I want more.

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Comments

Naughty Eyes said…
This is SO me right now... Thank you Audeo for putting it into words...
blogoratti said…
Have i felt this same way before...mos def. We experience that at some point-losing our way and trying to seek that inner peace we once experienced.
I'll say go away for a little while...take a break,rediscover the things that used to make you happy*
All the best always!
neefemi said…
May you find the happiness that you deserve...
Myne Whitman said…
I hope you also figure out a way to work things out. All the best.
Blessing said…
It's normal to feel this way, I've gone thru it and wat helped me was lifting my hands off n surrending it all to God

In order to know how something functions, the best thing to do is to ask the manufacturer...

U were created for a purpose and I pray that u discover and pursue this purpose with all your heart *best of luck*
Lara said…
may you find the happiness your deserve...we all find ourselves in this situation once in a while
Anonymous said…
very normal feeling. I go through that more times than I can count.

Taynement

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