There are far too many mirrors in this world. If you want to see your true reflection, look into the eyes of someone who loves you. Only there will you find your true beauty.
When you are a child you are a garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and roses, and you are too busy playing in that garden to really notice the difference. When you are a teenager you start to pay attention to individual flowers and weeds, not being able to pick a favorite you admire a different flower every day, some times a delicate rose, other times a thorny weed. When you are an adult you have picked your favorites and you start to weed the garden, shaping it into something so individualisticly beautiful it is beyond comparison to anything else. You have become a unique garden filled with wildflowers, weeds and exotic blooms alike, making up your beautiful one-of-a-kind self.
They say that we are drawn to people who are like ourselves, and dislike people who display characteristics we don’t like in ourselves. To me, I have always been drawn to people who display characteristics I wish I had and that I admire. Being around people like that inspires me to become a better version of myself. I think most of us are subconsciously drawn to people who have something we need to become better people. Unfortunately, for some of us who have a very soft and comforting energy, we attract people with a lot of darkness inside. This can definitely be a huge challenge, but just know that it is their soul who is looking to elevate itself through you. So I would say, full avoidance is not the solution, rather, I think we need to listen to the need of our own soul and spend equal amount of time with people who lift us and make us better.
In everything there has to be balance; giving and taking, loving and being loved…
Don’t let there be too big gap between who you are and who you want to be. I have myself experienced how much it can hurt when your aspirations do not coincide with your own needs and emotionality. Take a step back and re-examine yourself, are you pushing yourself to fill a void within or are you a well of abundance flowing over?
Relax, take a break, you are good enough just the way you are. Real love does not need to be earned.
Have you ever been to a party or a gathering where you don’t know anyone and where everyone seems to know each other? Did someone take initiative to talk to you or include you in the conversation or did you just sit there feeling like the world’s biggest loser?
If you are an extrovert coming to life in social settings you’ve probably never encountered this problem, you will be the one to initiate conversations and be the natural center of attention. But if you are and HSP (Highly Sensitive Person) like me, or just a shy introvert, you will probably know what I am talking about.
I have never really considered myself being shy. Even though a lot of people perceive me as being shy. But my shyness only comes out in settings where I don’t feel safe. If I, on the contrary, feel appreciated, welcomed and listened to, I will blossom and have no problem talking, laughing and even taking the initiative in conversations.
When I was a child I was that little girl who was glued to my mother watching the other children play. Until I felt safe. In new, unfamiliar social settings I always had to take my time observing and analyzing the situation and the other children before I felt free to play. Then, when I deemed it safe, I often became the “life of the party” with my vivid imagination , self-invented games and bubbly creativity.
As an adult it is more difficult. Grownups are not likely to be impressed by the same qualities children are. It is not enough to be kind, creative, imaginative, and thoughtful.
Where children just want someone who is fun to play with, adults appreciate someone who is more or less like themselves. Meaning, either someone who shares their interests and opinions or someone they have shared history with.
We teach children to always be welcoming to strangers. We teach them to be kind to other children, especially children who are new and don’t know anyone else. But do we do this ourselves? Everyone needs kindness, no matter the age.
A few weeks ago I went to a party. It was my cousin who organized the party together with her boyfriend. It was a really kind gesture as the party was partly for my sake. But I was a bit apprehensive about the whole thing. I love my cousin to pieces and her boyfriend is amazing, but we have no common friends and we are very different people. But I told myself to stop being negative and rather appreciate the gesture. But unfortunately everything went wrong.
At first I was okay. Only a very few people arrived in the beginning and I tried finding common ground talking to a girl who worked with children with social difficulties. But as the guests poured in the atmosphere changed. There was a lot of alcohol, a lot of smoking, and everyone seemed to know each other, talking about the good old times. I became more and more quiet until I didn’t even say a word. After an hour of silence I started feeling pathetic. So I went into the kitchen and started cleaning and tidying up.
After about an hour my cousin came into the kitchen. She took me back into the living room and tried to introduce me as her artistic cousin who works as a freelance writer. The crowd went silent and tried politely to ask a few follow-up questions. But they were clearly on deep waters and the conversation soon died out. I felt like the most uninteresting person in the world.
What I should have done was to actually be the one to take initiative asking the other guests about themselves rather than to expect them to take the initiative. But if you are an HSP or someone who is very shy or struggle with social anxiety, you will know that it just isn’t that simple. I was overwhelmed by my shyness, by my own emotions of feeling alone, of being a stranger and I honestly felt scared of the other people. I really felt like I didn’t belong there, that I was not welcome and that I was just “wrong” for that party.
I woke up next morning feeling awful. I had stayed the night at my cousin’s house and I just felt like escaping that house. I felt sad and “wrong”, like a misfit. I honestly just felt like bawling my eyes out.
This situation reminded me of how I often felt growing up. It was a row of situations like this that knocked my confidence to the ground, feeling that there was something wrong with me. I was just so different. Nobody understood me or appreciated the qualities I had to offer the world.
I remember thinking to myself after that party, and after I was out of that house: no wonder I felt the way I did growing up. Now as an adult I have a little more insight and I do know that there is nothing wrong with me. That it is okay, and even exciting, to be different. I personally love people who are different and even a bit eccentric. But I still get knocked out by these kind of social settings and need a few days to recover and find my way back to myself again. I literally feel like my essence has leaked out of me and been smeared on walls and doors like blood after a murder. And it often takes me a long time to gather it back in.
So why do I write this post? Firstly, I want you to know that if you feel like I do, you are not alone. And if you are a bit younger and have not learned to gather yourself back in after a spilling, I advice you to find someone to help you with that. Seek out people you can connect with, it doesn’t have to be someone who is exactly like you, just someone who cares enough about you to not want to see you hurt. And communicate how you feel and what you need. Most people aren’t as emotionally perceptive as we think, they need to be spoon fed the truth of how you feel.
Secondly, I wrote this post to appeal to everyone, to all of you, to all of us, to be more kind, welcoming and including. Especially if you see someone at a party, or any other social setting, who seems quiet, shy and alone. If you are the one who is confident and feel “housewarm”, share your attention and positive energy, not only with the ones whom you already know and feel friendly with, include everyone in your attention span and positive circle.
You can make a huge difference in someone’s life by just being your extroverted self.
Let us all try to lift each other up, and challenge each other to be more inclusive and expand our circle of friends. Even if someone does not share your history or opinions, that just makes it more interesting! Adults are notoriously bad at making new friends, so let’s take our own advice, the one we give to our children, and be welcoming to strangers and kind to new people we don’t know.
I will leave you with a little anecdote. A few weeks ago I was sitting on a bench reading when a woman came up to me. Her hair was disheveled and she was wearing a too small dirty dress. She looked at me and asked: “Do you love me even though you don’t know me?” I looked at her, smiled and said: “I love all people.” She smiled back and left. I think, secretly, we are all like that woman, wondering if people will love us just because.
Living in another country than the one you were born in is both an exciting adventure and sometimes a bit of heartache. There is something about childhood’s old stomping grounds that tugs at those very special heartstrings sometimes causing spells of nostalgia and longing. We are always drawn back to the place we were born.
But returning can sometimes not be as idyllic and comforting as we think. As expatriates, or someone living away from their country of permanent residence, we, and that is me included, often romanticize our home country, the friendships we have there and our family bonds. Especially if we are away for a long time without being able to go for visits.
Seeing that special street you played on again, or chatting with old friends, or just opening the door to your childhood home can be a pretty strange experience. It certainly was for me. There was so much that had changed. And the most prominent change was within me.
I had started looking at things differently. And the world around me changed accordingly.
It’s strange meeting childhood friends again after years of being apart. Sometimes the bond that was there can’t be re-tied. Sometimes you start remembering differently. Memories are subjective and change according to our mood. I have, during these weeks in my childhood home, had to rethink, reclaim, and change color of a lot of memories.
As people we grow all the time. Mental growth goes through spurts just like physical growing in our childhood, only these mental growth spurts can happen anytime no matter how old we are.
When we are adults we learn how to separate from our egos and look at ourselves more or less objectively. We learn and we reflect and consequently we grow. Self-insight is a gift and it comes with age.
Going back in time, looking at who we were, reliving situations from our past separate from our egos with the wisdom of age, can be painful, but it’s a healing pain like the thumping ache in a wound.
Every single moment we have experienced, every person we have been, every age, every phase, they are all apart of us. Sometimes it’s hard to accept certain people we have been, some choices we made, things we have said, things we have done. Perhaps we are embarrassed or disappointed. But I find that it is often these most painful memories that teach us the most about ourselves. If we can relieve them with understanding, separate from our egos, from a perspective of learning.
Learning. I think learning, learning about the world, about ourselves, about being human, is why we are alive. And no learning comes from judgement. Learning comes from a willingness to understand and openness to change.
We are all many different people, yet all those are one and the same. We are different pieces put together to make a unique collage. Sometimes, we may feel that we are playing a role, we are not being ourselves. But those roles are true parts of ourselves too. Every drop of ourselves we drip into this world holds our true spirit, like the DNA we accidentally leave everywhere we go. A role is never a role, it’s just a different version of ourselves. And often, these roles are the ones to hold clues to solve the puzzles of who we are or who we want to be.
Being human is complicated. Attachment is complicated. Sometimes we underestimate the power of attachment. Sometimes we overestimate it. Love and attachment is not the same thing. They are close relatives, but not the same. Attachment is the biological name for love. We need attachment, we don’t need love. But that is what makes love so beautiful. We are never forced to love or to be loved. It’s impossible. Love is much stronger than force.
Meeting your past selves in the door, your past lives, can be challenging. Physically walking through the fields you walked through to go to school is not the same as making that journey mentally. We can of course do either or, but doing both changes us. It changes us because we learn, we forgive, we learn to, or rather we make the choice to, Love all those past selves and past lives.
That choice makes us stronger, stronger than most people. When we choose to love our mistakes, to love our weaknesses and our faults, and no longer look at them as mistakes, weaknesses or faults, but redefine them in light of our present awareness as consequences of an imperfect, vulnerable person interacting with an unpredictable chaotic world, we also learn to see other people in the same way. We learn true compassion born of deep enlightened empathy. A compassion that surpasses religion, moral and holy books and becomes a true beacon lit by ourselves, a beacon we can relight any time, and that only we ourselves can choose to darken and let die out.
Traveling is important. Actual physical traveling, traveling back in time, traveling through our memories, traveling through our minds. It is, perhaps, the most important thing we can do. Take time to travel. It will change you. It will make you grow.
True bravery is daring to face all our true selves and smile warmly back no matter how embarrassing or distressing it is.
The cliche says that life is a journey, well then let’s try to be the best travelers we can be. They say travel lightly, only pack what you need, but the truth is we need everything, every experience, every embarrassment, every wound, every sadness. If the journey is traveling through our humanity then we need everything that makes us human n our backpacks otherwise it is completely pointless and we might as well stay home.
Have an amazing Journey, fellow travelers!
When you are young you start discovering
All the different parts of you, testing them out,
Getting to know them thoroughly and individually.
Sometimes it can be a confusing time,
Thinking you have to choose one of them
To represent who you are.
But as you grow up you learn that all these different pieces
Fit perfectly together like a jigsaw puzzle
Creating a beautiful picture, original and unique
In its artistry