Completely unrelated to forgiving or understanding oneself, this is the process of finding the calmness and going-with-the-flow within myself.
The emotions I have, the thoughts that go through my head, and the constant self-doubt I have, I struggle with it every single day.
Sometimes I wake up without a single care in the world, but as soon as I start doing things, my mind and emotions get the better of me. It applies to everything in my life, and I always end up asking myself: Am I any good?
Am I getting better? Am I going somewhere? Am I making progress? Am I on the right path? Am I doing the right things? Am I making the right choice?
These questions never leave my head, and if the demons get out of control, I just end up stopping. I stand in place, because what I have now is safe and sound. I may not be able to hold on to what I have now. But at the same time, I tell myself there’s nothing to lose. Just because I can’t do it now doesn’t mean I lose what I have gained. And these voices constantly fight with each other. Because of this, sometimes I go overboard, sometimes I’m too reserved, and sometimes I just end up making no changes. The battle seems to never end.
“The greatest battle is always with oneself." This is something that has been proven time and time again, especially in my case. You surpass the current you, and then you aim to surpass the new you. But at the same time, I’m holding myself back in every aspect mentally. This puts my emotions in extreme turmoil, and it’s just hard to deal with.
I don’t know how I get through it all, but the things I do definitely play a major part in it. I’m glad that I have these things to get me through, or at least provide a distraction when things get too hard to bear. But in the end, it’s not a permanent solution, it’s just a pain reliever.
The message “Love Yourself" has been popular for quite some time, and I’m not doubting the words, not one bit. However, how does one love themselves when they know all the shit they’ve done and all the mistakes they’ve made. It’s not a question of “Who you are", it’s about “What you did". Of course, it doesn’t define you as a person, but it is a record of how horrible you can be as a person. And it’s like a criminal record, with you being the person keeping that rap sheet.
I guess it somewhat comes back to the issue of forgiving yourself, but the case with me is: I’m so afraid I’ll do it again unwittingly, or simply just do it for my own gain. On one hand, I’m afraid to hurt someone, but on the other hand, I would love nothing more than to destroy some people’s lives. I hold grudges, and I hold it hard. Doesn’t mean I’ll act on it, but if someone I hold a grudge to is having a crisis other than dying, I would literally watch on the side and not do a thing.
So in the end, how could/should I come to terms with all the demons inside? How do I love myself when I’m so afraid of my potential to do wrong to others? How do I make peace with myself?
Honestly, I have no idea. It’s a long and hard process, and there is never a day that goes by without me telling myself: You’re not good enough.
At the very least, right now it’s changed to: You’re not good enough yet. I don’t know how much longer it’ll take for me to get there, and since I have stupidly unreasonable standards, it might take forever to get past certain stages.
See all this? I have to deal with all this. Sometimes I think I might even be mentally ill, but I don’t know. There are definitely some days I would wish I’d never wake up, though. In a way, that would be a big blessing. At the same time, I don’t want to just “get by" each day, because it’d be such a waste.
Life has been good for me, and I’m glad it’s working out this way.
I found a job right after finishing school, and it could potentially turn into a permanent job. But even right now, going to China on an all-expense paid trip is pretty cool.
I started taking hustle dance classes more seriously. The first time I took it, I kinda got discouraged. But now I can do a few proper moves and enjoy myself in the dance, adding a new dance to my repertoire. Also got to meet more people and make new friends, which is always a bonus.
My first job paid pretty well, which means finally having money to get together with friends and enjoy some time out, and you know it’s always good to kick it with friends.
Being able to start doing open mics on a more consistant basis is just great, and I’m constantly reminded of why I started doing it in the first place.
My dance club training is coming to an end. The past 9 months has been an amazing journey, and I know it doesn’t end here. Right now, I’m just psyched to see my results at dance battles this year.
Finally set foot in a swimming pool for the first time in seven years. It’s kind of hard to believe that my car accident happened almost ten years ago. Yet after so long, the pool still felt like home. It was like welcoming an old friend back into my life.
I know it seems like a list, but it’s also a measure of how far I’ve come.
Earlier this year, I was at rock bottom emotionally, and I felt like nothing would get better. I hated myself for what I did, and got extremely depressed. For a few weeks, I had to fake my appearance, and pretended I had a drive to push myself.
I managed to get better, and the wounds healed with time. In reality, all we ever needed was time, but the process of getting there seemed to take forever. Somehow school managed to get me through each day, providing me with a purpose and a goal.
As the world brightened up, my interests sparked again, and I found myself being as active as I can. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy sitting at home, watching netflix or strumming my guitar, it’s that there are so many things that I wanted to do, and I felt like I had to do them. Naturally I got busy, and got to improve myself through all this activity.
There are still moments when my mind races back to those memories, the choices I made and the things I did. And I still wonder: Why? Fortunately, I don’t dwell on it anymore, at least not to the point where I’m unable to function. Thank god I didn’t.
Things come in good and bad, and I’m glad I held on to the good before it got away, while keeping the bad at bay. Now I’m just enjoying my life, and working towards my goals and dreams.
Baby steps lead to big strides. At least I know I’m headed in the right direction.
But I feel that sometimes the most cliche lines are the most genuine ones, don’t you?
Of course you’d agree, you’re me.
Recently, you re-covered a song you first did three years ago. Back then, you were almost 23, just somewhat recovered from a horrible heartbreak. You felt betrayed, lost, angry, and disappointed.
You shifted a lot of focus onto music, just so all of your feelings have an exit. You don’t like to be depressed, despite it being part of your emotional nature. So you try hard to be happy.
Three years later, so many things have happened to you, both good and bad.
The same song that you started out with became one of your signature covers, after singing it for the millionth time (roll eyes). You became a street dancer, performed at open mics, met new people, acted in multiple short videos and short films, and fell in love.
But you also experienced heartbreak, loss of family, disappointments, and (non-clinical) depression. You’ve also made stupid mistakes, hurt people, and let people down as well. Life isn’t all sweets and roses, obviously.
Still, you’ve made it past everything, you’ve learned to embrace the bad and cherish the good, and you’re working to become a better version of you every day, little by little.
You might not have done everything right, and you still have a lot to improve on, but you’re working on it, and that’s what matters.
Your New Year’s Resolution was to become better every day, I guess you’re not doing too bad, huh?
Keep it up, and hopefully three years later, you’ll be singing something new, maybe something you wrote yourself!
Remember, there’s still so much ahead of you, so don’t stand in one place for too long. Keep moving forward, and Godspeed.
It’s always been difficult for me to achieve closure or to let go of certain things, especially in terms of relationships. You’d think that someone in their mid-twenties should be able to handle it, but the reality of it is I can’t, at least not yet.
Talking the talk is easy, but when we need to walk the walk, we usually end up taking the wrong steps and stumble. Letting go isn’t easy, period. People can say all they want, but when it’s actually your “turn” to let go of something/someone you care immensely for, it’s the hardest thing in the world.
This doesn’t mean that it’s impossible; it’s just really difficult. And it’s supposed to be; otherwise it’s not as important as you think. All we can do is take one step at a time, and hope for the best.
I know this is the hardest part, and there’s no other way around it. But emotional clarity will come; it’s just a matter of time.