To look for myself in the world
Is a recipe for sorrow, loss and pain
For I can search high and low
Near and far
And never find the person I truly am.
In my haste to chase the silhouette of who I thought I was
I heard a voice echo in my head
“Are you really chasing something you know you can’t see, touch, smell, hear or feel?”
I stopped in my tracks and asked myself
What am I chasing?
What is my end goal in all of this?
In that very moment I noticed a change ripple through my body
A veil being lifted from my eyes
The world and its chaos was a reflection of my inner turmoil
To seek myself in such conditions reflected my ignorance,
But now I know better
What I seek and aspire to be can all be found within me.