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How I screwed up my life trying to be myself

If I were to ask you who are you, could you honestly tell me? Take a minute and think about it before you answer the question.
Does it important to know who you are…and why? Maybe because if you don’t find out who you are, you will remain lost, wandering through life aimlessly trying to fill a void that you do not know how to fill. You will then begin to try to fill a void by filling it with all the wrong things. We take on jobs that we really don’t want and get upset when we are just being tolerated instead of being celebrated. Wake up and begin to tap into who you really are…but first – read the post lol

In The Soul's Streets

… the one thing nobody can take away from you is the freedom to fuck up your life whatever way you want to. – Jonathan Franzen

Explicitly or not, we are all told at many points of our lives from its very beginning ”Just be yourself and find something to do that makes you happy and …” so on and on. But what if you realize that in order to follow this somewhat tricky-ly wise advice you have to reject so many other things you supposedly should do and let go of the things which, as you are told, also matter.

Personally, I wasn’t raised only by my parents, besides the society’s opaque gibberish I’ve had my own fathers and mothers that have shaped who I am today and whose influence I’ve always consciously acknowledged. Hermann Hesse, Virginia Woolf, the beatniks, just to name a few. And after reading them I couldn’t…

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Living in Sweden/Born in USSR. Happy. Ayurvedic food. Healthy lifestyle. Dogs. Literature. Painting. Meditation/Yoga. I love my life.
"It does not matter how long you are spending on the earth, how much money you have gathered or how much attention you have received. It is the amount of positive vibration you have radiated in life that matters" A. Ray

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      1. Yes, I like the me I am now and not the 2 or 3 me’s I use to be 😉 lol By that I mean I was so anxiety ridden, falling apart inside, and sad, that “me” I hid from everyone. Then there was the outside me that everyone thought was so together, and happy but that wasn’t real, that was pretending, or play acting, if you will. Now, I am just happy to “be”…happy, calm, peaceful. 🙂

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  1. Agreed. ‘do what makes you happy’ I was told. But, then I was told I needed to conform to conventions and codes and stereotypes and rules. Boundaries are needed, but fences are sort of silly. They make boxes we can see thru and not get over.

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