No One Is Coming

Nostalgia, silence, quiet sorrows, feeling the depth of emotions where ones water remains still. Deep down is a lost forgotten anchor. Perhaps one day, someone will come and retrieve, the lost artifact, restore it and polish it for display?

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Depth of Silence

From time to time, there’s this sorrow that lies deep within my self that I hope one day someone would come and see me for what I am. But, I’m starting to realize that, why wait one day for that someone to see me for what I am? When “I” already know, and already see what I am? Well today’s journal is just about that.

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Most of my life, I’ve had this sorrow that no one truly understands me. These feelings are starting to fade away as I am starting to realize, perhaps that feeling is missing another piece of a puzzle that I failed to see? The perspective of this way of thinking is outward, thinking that other (external) dont understand me (internal).

The Internal vs External

It turns out I failed to grasp the bigger picture, my internal feelings were seeking understanding from the external world. Which makes absolutely no sense. I’d imagine a bird who wants to fly, that seeks advice from a fox or a rabbit, or any animals it can get its “wings” on. Over a long period of time, it becomes disappointed that no one understands its character and what kind of trait it possesses.

But, truly, the only one that can and could understand the bird is the bird it self. It has to trust its own instincts and its internal composition in order to become what it is. Using its own mind, physical capabilities, intuition, everything that it was given, it has to lean onto.

In the same way, my DNA lies the entire blueprint of my own existence, and I have to lean onto my own blueprint and trust my own intuition in order to become what I am.

The Depths of Truth

So I’ve thought perhaps one day someone could save the anchor that lost in the sea, and maybe someone would be so kindly to polish it and display it in a museum would be quite delightful wouldn’t it? Well, turns out anchors were made to be in the sea, and not to be polished and displayed in the museum. Nor should it be above the water.

So its not about people understanding me nor see me for what I am, its “I” who needs to understand and know what “I” am in order to fully become what “I” am. In this case, the anchor is an anchor and it was made to be in the water, and hold ships a still.

Those who need an anchor will come and find an anchor, or create one to be utilized. Until that day, all i can do is to be exactly who I am, perhaps even better.

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Until next time friends, be kind to your self.