Half our battles are fought alone. Struggling to grapple with people almost takes half our everyday life away- people and their capacity of cruelty, people and their inability to express, people and their non understanding of things.
I'm struggling with this now. I am happy. Really really happy in life. But there are so many things that plague me. Things that bother me.
I don't know where to run to. I see walls or opinions all around me.
I need my mentor. That one person who's always been elusive. MY mentor. The one who shall be there to knock me on my head and drive in some sense as well us thump me on my back and propel me forward.
So confused! So confused!
I feel like a million people are existing inside, ordering me around, telling different things. Does life necessarily have to be so cruel as we grow up? And people crueler?!
Does the world know that nothing cuts open people as much as words. Ah the power of words!!!
And I hate to see people and things drift away from me.
Can't wait for my trip. I just want to find some things out for myself. I want to snuggle back into the childhood space where life was simpler, world was nicer and my own happiness depended on smaller things!
For really, nothing and no one is going to do that for me. There is no mentor. No nothing.