Finally, I’ve
experienced what being a teen is all about: losing yourself.
For most of
my early teenage years, I’ve been balanced and loving and accepting towards my
own person. I actually liked who I was, which seems so hard to do now.
The first
few months of 2015 shattered every little thing that I thought made me who I
was. I lost myself. I knew it was coming, but ignored it and when it hit me it
was more powerful that I could have imagined. I felt perverted, even though I
didn’t do a thing. I felt emotionally broken and exhausted. My spirituality has
never been farther from me.
Summer is
here now. And summer is my medicine. Everything is serene. I’m set on redefining
myself. I tried meditation a couple of times, but I’m not sure what it’s all
about yet. What I know is that this summer will be full of self-development and
equilibrium, health and art. In a way, I’m happy I went through disaster. This
way, I’m going to appreciate peace more when I find it.
I also made
a video trying to answer this short question: Who am I? or
Who are
you?
