It's what happens sometimes...
Skin
Identity sometimes seems fleeting
An ever-changing tapestry
But at it's heart is the foundation
The very essence of our being
CH
Shed your skin
Cast off your chains
Feel the sun upon your face for once
And wash away the pain
Shed your skin
Be who you are
Unencumbered by the weight
Of hiding every little scar
At times the self seems in transition
A mere projection on a screen
But what happens when you turn the lights on
And things are not as they once seemed?
(CH)
Who we are is always changing
A never-ending course of growth
But deep inside there is a pillar
Deep inside there is a soul
(CH)
Events of the last few months have had an unpredictable and sometimes irrational affect on me. It has brought to the forefront things that I have been dealing with for the better part of my adult life. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I put to much emphasis on what others will think of the choices I make regarding my identity. Through some tough conversations there has been understanding but not resolution. If the latter comes it will be through time, but nothing is a guarantee. It is time for me to explore and embrace the things in life that I love without concern for others. It seems selfish but, if I have no real identity how can I have meaningful relationships with other people. It was brought to me that it is very difficult to describe me. Mostly because the best description is... "Terry is searching." I don't know what will come. I know that once I find and embrace the things that are me I will be better able to deal with them when they do. So for know I will sit in my cubicle for the next 4-5 hours trying to keep my shit together and trying to find enjoyment in the job that I once loved but now am apathetic towards.
Identity sometimes seems fleeting
An ever-changing tapestry
But at it's heart is the foundation
The very essence of our being
CH
Shed your skin
Cast off your chains
Feel the sun upon your face for once
And wash away the pain
Shed your skin
Be who you are
Unencumbered by the weight
Of hiding every little scar
At times the self seems in transition
A mere projection on a screen
But what happens when you turn the lights on
And things are not as they once seemed?
(CH)
Who we are is always changing
A never-ending course of growth
But deep inside there is a pillar
Deep inside there is a soul
(CH)
Events of the last few months have had an unpredictable and sometimes irrational affect on me. It has brought to the forefront things that I have been dealing with for the better part of my adult life. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up. I put to much emphasis on what others will think of the choices I make regarding my identity. Through some tough conversations there has been understanding but not resolution. If the latter comes it will be through time, but nothing is a guarantee. It is time for me to explore and embrace the things in life that I love without concern for others. It seems selfish but, if I have no real identity how can I have meaningful relationships with other people. It was brought to me that it is very difficult to describe me. Mostly because the best description is... "Terry is searching." I don't know what will come. I know that once I find and embrace the things that are me I will be better able to deal with them when they do. So for know I will sit in my cubicle for the next 4-5 hours trying to keep my shit together and trying to find enjoyment in the job that I once loved but now am apathetic towards.