Isn’t it crazy how you can be on a beach with thousands of people and still feel completely alone.
I swim so far out to escape the feeling; to escape the noise. I cannot shake this feeling; the feeling of disconnection; the sick feeling in my stomach lingering into permanence it seems. No.
How do you be yourself when the whole world is telling you to be anything but?
I am so anxious because I am so far from my core purpose. Not in what I do but in why I do it. I am living a lie; I am living to the world’s expectations. No wonder.
Do not focus so much on what you do as you do on why you do it.
I convince myself I have failed. The truth is, I haven’t even begun.
I was once a boy who dreamed of owning a Ferrari by the age of twenty. What I didn’t realise is that the Ferrari was just a symbol; a symbol of freedom; a symbol of, ‘I can do whatever I want’. I still want that Ferrari only now it looks different; now it looks more like the freedom to travel, to connect, to share and to inspire.
I feel the wind blow. I close my eyes and imagine I am the wind.
I believe, yes, but I do not understand.
If only I knew how to tell you.
Who am I, really?
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