I've usually believed that
not knowing what to do is one of the worst things in life. I hate that feeling of being stuck. I hate that feeling of being unhappy and not knowing what to do about it. Even worse, I hate the feeling of being unhappy and KNOWING what you can do about it, but can't.
Why? I keep asking myself that. I don't know if it was fate that defined my life, or if I was the one that defined it. I question myself and my life a lot lately. Many times throughout my life I've said this:
I'm not supposed to be here. This is not my life. It shouldn't be.I've said it many times.
Was it my failed relationships? And are they really
failed? By letting such relationships and people go, would they still be labeled failed? Haven't they made me stronger, wiser? Haven't they helped shape the person I am today; haven't they?
And I've often wondered what my future life would be like. From the outside, many people would have assumed my life to be very strange, by-no-means-simple, challenging, and even sad. I still rose from all the rock bottoms I've hit with a few losses (and wins?).
If someone told me where I would be today and what I'd be doing with my life, say ten years ago, I would have been... I'm not sure what I would have been. Excited? Anxious? Sad? Thrilled? I really don't know, but in order to judge, I would have had to go through the whole journey, not just the destination.
And it always seems to me that one of the major lessons of my life is this: PATIENCE. I don't know if I've been through all that I've been through to be
more patient or to realize I should have been
less patient. I do believe our subconscious mind guides us, so one of my early lessons in my life must have been women should be patient, and more patient...or those who aren't patient aren't rewarded (well, those who are
very patient aren't either). So, in my mind it must have been some kind of equation: Patience = Rewards + Happiness.
I also remember being told I was selfish as a child and teenager whenever I thought of myself. Now I didn't say when I thought of myself often or more than I should...only when I thought of myself. And I would be criticized for it. Again, another equation was formed: Selfless = Happy.
Just like I was told that most beautiful girls are stupid, and that they're usually arrogant. I suppose that has often helped me before put on weight. I was criticized less then.
Now that explains a lot.
Because the last ten years of my life (or less) are like a pattern. Yes, different people, situations, emotions...but the same pattern.
My old belief system is no longer the same, but it's not entirely different or all-new now either. Why? Because I'm still hanging on to old beliefs, and a life that's not as fulfilling and happy as should be. Because I'm still hurt and lonely inside. Because I often cry at night. Because when I no longer cry, I often feel like my tears have dried. Because I still settle for less. And because I'm still
very patient.
I long to be free. I long to be tied down and free. I long to be happy. I long to laugh. I long to find my true calling in life. I long to be who I'm meant to be. The many great things I could be.
I'm sometimes too scared of what I can do to free myself; and having been wrong before, I question myself if I'd be wrong again.
Oh, and I just remembered. I had a dream about Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie last night. Angie looked really tired, but she was very loving to her children. Have no clue what that means. Probably it means I long for motherhood, too. Perhaps.
This had to be one of the most honest posts I've ever written.
Comments, anyone?