As I sit on the brink of another weekend, the desire to feel inspired by music , nature, conversation , anything stimulating is apparent to me. I have spent a long time hiding behind a veil of conformity and now that has lifted , it is as though my heart seeks to fill all the missing parts of me that got cut off. Unaware of this prison that I was in , I subconsciously avoided any part of life which might have shone light on the person locked away . How did I get so lost? What was missing within me that sought such containment? What was I afraid of ?
I yearn to blog with dazzling brilliance about how I have learnt to accept and love myself. But I can’t.
