The Long Journey Home to Myself
March 02, 2012
-Karthik Gurumurthy
Coming back to myself has been the most beautiful journey I've ever taken. For years, I felt lost - like I was living someone else's life, following paths that weren't really mine. I forgot who I was beneath all the roles I played and the expectations I carried.
But slowly, I started finding my way back. It wasn't easy. Sometimes the old map of my life didn't make sense anymore. The directions I used to follow led nowhere. All the things I thought defined me - the keys to my identity - seemed to have disappeared.
Still, I kept searching. Step by step, I began remembering the things that made me feel alive. The dreams I'd forgotten. The parts of myself I'd hidden away. Each small discovery felt like falling in love again - but this time, with myself.
This journey home to who I really am? It's been more romantic than any love story. Because there's something magical about rediscovering your true self after being away for so long. It's like finally coming home after the longest trip of your life.
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