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How I found myself

Who are you? What is your aspiration? These questions follow us wherever we go. This begins right from the day we are born. We see adults asking babies what they would like to become. This obsession intensifies when we grow. However, external questions do not always affect us. We are most affected by our inner conscience. We can never really lie to it. This is a trick question. We evolve regularly and have no clue about our best version. Our perspective changes and we concentrate on the current self. Some people are born confident, and they face life head-on. However, others are filled with insecurities and self-doubts. We question our every step and debate for every action. Though we might portray a calm exterior, our inner mind states otherwise.  When I first went to live alone, everything was scary. Everyone looked like monsters waiting to rip me apart. I was conscious of my every cell and behaviour. Like all, I wanted to be accepted. I yearned to be loved and make friends. My heart broke when people commented about my appearance or anything. I cringed within myself while trying to be polite. I even considered changing myself and making myself more likeable. Then suddenly it dawned on me. We cannot be please everyone. Someone or other will have an opinion and will attempt to push their ideology on us. However, at the end of the day, the only person left to clean the mess was me. My opinion is the only thing matters and accepting who I am is the key to happiness. This revelation helped me find myself, and I have not wavered from it ever since.

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