So back to the Mary-Go-Round...many of us just wake up day after day and we do that repetitive action of putting one feet in front and the other behind. We just mechanically go through life not moving in an specific direction. Not knowing what we really want to be when we grow up. Even worse, not understanding who are we called to be. Then one day we wonder, why are we not happy? why everything seems to be negative, dark, and why do we feel exhaust and frustrated all the time?
Well, no wonder! It takes a lot of energy to be unhappy. The thing is, it also takes a lot of effort and will power to stop and think, dive into our inner self and do that quest for the real us. It feel almost like we need to detach from the world and its distractions to find the answers. There is too much noise that prevent us from hearing our inner voice. But once you go into your inner room, that place where you are comfortable, alone with yourself, then you can listen better. I really think that is one of the keys to find your answers... For me, as I continue writting I get my first aha moment. There is one thing I have always love: to write! I cannot remember a time in my life that I did not enjoyed writting a story or a poem. I get absorved in a different world when I write. Thus that is cue number one...to be continue.
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