Open

I've found myself of late, to being more sensitive, more human, open to hurt, open to happiness, taking criticism and advice. I've reconciled myself to being a bit melancholy when I'm alone too much, yet fun loving and to crave companionship much more than I've ever.

Why is it that every time I look back at myself, I'm someone different? Sometimes I barely recognise the child I was, the young woman I was and the woman I now am. But I'm glad - I don't have to run anymore, no longer having to catch up with life, so afraid of being left behind, not having the best or being left out. I no longer have anything to prove to anyone or myself. Yes, I can survive through life's worst and am now looking forward to all the best life has to offer. I've had everything from the silver spoon in my mouth to having absolutely nothing, to slowly working my way back up to the top with sheer stubbornness.

And now I look at all that is around me, from the culture to my way of life, from my friends to the people that fill my world and the world beyond. There's a rat race everywhere, from the corporate ladder to the streets, from happy people to sad, we're all looking, we're all in search of something to fill our individual voids, whether it be a bigger, better home, car or The One. For a split second I am content. And perhaps there may be another second or two down the line of contentedness.