Finding My Self

Finding our self is an enlightening experience. We become self-sufficient. We can do things for others without any expectations of return. We are no longer a needy child and we become utterly grateful for all those things people have done for us in the past. Finding our self is a time of developing a philosophy or belief system that can carry us through the rest of our life. When we love our self and what we are, we will savor and enjoy both life's pain and pleasures.

Finding our self is not easy, but how can we be our self if we never felt connected to who we are, and we want to find whatever makes us who we are.

I know I’m too old for this but I guess they are right, I really don’t know what I Want, Whom I Want, What I need, Whom I need and I guess I have to figure it out by my self... all by my self!

Moving On The Hardest Way

I won’t be hoping, I won’t be waiting anymore
And I won’t shed these tears just like before
I won’t be loving you but I ain’t closing my door
I’ll no longer be an option and I won’t ask for more

I will be suppressing these feelings but I won’t turn my back
I will be enduring these pain but I won’t be running away
I’ll still be standing here, in the same spot where I met you
While trying to move on the hardest way…

I will be suppressing these feelings but I won’t turn my back
I will be enduring these pain but I won’t be running away
I’ll still be standing here, in the same spot where I met you
While trying to move on the hardest way…

I’ll deny this feeling but I won’t deny I loved you
I’ll try to stop thinking but I won’t stop thinking of you
I’ll be doing fine outside but inside I may be bleeding
Because silently I’ll endure the pain, silently I’m hurting

I won’t be showing you I love you still but I’ll show you I care
I won’t be running for you anymore but I’ll show you I’ll be there
I won’t be looking back at you but I’ll always be watching your back
I won’t be showing you I’m tearing apart but I’ll show you I’ll be smiling

Because I know someday I’m moving on, this thing’ll stop
Someday when my heart’s so used to this pain it’ll just give up
Someday when I get tired of hurting,
I won’t be holding on anymore but letting go
Someday when I’ve finally learned the lessons of pain,
perhaps someday it’ll be over…

by: Mitchy