They inquired with furrowed brows, “What has befallen you? You appear so
adrift, so altered from the person we knew.” I replied with newfound clarity,
"For an age, I wandered, unseen by your eyes. The moment I surrendered my
voice to the chorus of others, I vanished into the shadows of their
expectations. I became an echo, a specter of conformity, because I silenced the
whispers of my heart.
Yet, what you perceive as loss is, in truth, my awakening. Yes, I have
unearthed myself amidst the cacophony, tuning out the discordant symphony
around me. When you speak of change, you unknowingly celebrate my liberation. I
have transformed, indeed. I have cast aside the mask of another’s design.
Now, I revel in the absence of chains like yours, those that bind with visions not their own. I am not adrift, nor broken, but whole. At long last, I am me—unapologetically, exuberantly me—and oh, what a splendid time it is!"
By:notesformysoulmate
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