This is the year that I finally woke up from a deep slumber and remembered to be my self.
I have struggled with myself for the past 29 years. Just being myself. I tried to disown the person who was truly me and tried to live like everyone else. I failed. Miserably.
When we were kids, everyone said the key to happiness was having a good education, so I tried to do that for a while.
After we're done with school, they said the key to happiness was to have a good job, so I tried to work towards that for a while.
Then I turned self-employed, they said the only way to be successful at business was to be mercenary like everyone else – I couldn't do that and for years I allowed people to take advantage of that – that too, stuck for a while.
I wondered helplessly at the world. Is there not a place for someone like me? Full of ideals, unwilling to be mercenary, just wanting to be happy. It seemed wrong to want to be happy. It seemed 'selfish' to be pursuing your own dreams. I was labelled unrealistic, delusional, naive.
I couldn't find my place, I couldn't find myself, I struggled to cope with society's demands. The expectations, the bills, the responsibilities. The guilt. The overwhelming guilt that I was not being filial to my parents because I have chosen an unconventional lifestyle and career. That they would have to live with their daughter never being able to 'make it'. I tried to compensate them in my own ways, but I failed miserably.
The picture of my 29 years on earth seems to be summed up in one word. Failure.
I failed to get a good education, failed to hold a good job, failed to be the model daughter my parents wanted, failed in every conventional way possible. Looking back, it was of no surprise that I was suicidal. I wasn't worth a place in society's terms. I didn't seem like I deserve anybody's respect or love. I was nothing.
I am highly emotional and sensitive. I couldn't will myself to do things I didn't want to. I thought of myself weak for being emotional and sensitive. That it upsets me so greatly when I can't work on stuff that I don't enjoy. Or that I seem to feel too much. That my moods change like the wind.
It took my 29 years to realise that, everything that I detested about myself, were actually gifts.
That these gifts allowed me to be the person I truly am. To be very persistent at doing things that I love. To be determined to alleviate my own pain, and in turn, people's pain. That being such a misfit gave me such intense empathy for other minorities. To want to be happy and not settle for anything else. I refuse to compromise. I refuse to think that it is 'okay' to settle for less.
I cannot be otherwise. I can only be me and live my life the way I want to live.
That took me 30 years, and am I blessed that I know this now. To be me and no one else. To have the beliefs I want to have, eat the way I want to, sleep with my own patterns, advocate my own causes, do the things that are meaningful to me.
Nobody can be me. You're not me. Don't tell me what gives my life meaning and purpose. Meaning and value, can only be derived internally. People can put a billion dollar value on me, but it wouldn't matter if I perceive otherwise. Don't tell me what is reality. I define my own reality. Don't bind me to your perceived reality.
I have come a long way. I wouldn't have survived if I didn't believe that happiness is possible. My current lifestyle didn't magically appear by itself. It happened because I believed in it and refused to buy other people's version of reality.
The best decisions of my life, were irrational decisions. The ones that people call crazy or unrealistic.
The best years of my life, are ahead of me. I have tons to look forward to. It took me 30 years to be entirely comfortable in my skin but once it happens, there is no turning back. I have noticed something about myself lately. The more cynicism I face, the more idealistic I want to become.
The world didn't progress because of the cynics, people. It progressed because of people who refused to accept the status quo/reality.
It is great, to be turning 30.