Broken Pieces
-poem by Deial Johnson
Broken pieces
Breathing now
And mending itself to a whole
Of trust and happiness.
Broken pieces,
Of a world of four
Come together and form a home,
Colorful,
Beautiful,
Of love and concern
With unmatched memories innumerable.
Broken pieces transform itself,
Immortalize itself.
Broken pieces now no longer remain broken
Everything around us happens either because or for a reason, heard about a lot, right, sure, I do agree to it also agreeing to what Karen Salmansohn once said “The hardest thing about "everything happens for a reason" is waiting for that reason to show up.”
Without much waiting, I'd like to tell you guys why I have started this blog, many people around the world find it difficult to express themselves openly, the fear of what others think haunts them every moment. I'm also one of such person who worries over what other think more than my dreams and desires. suffocating these wishes within me I was almost at the point of getting chocked by my inner self, finally looking for an opening I thought. I'll start blogging. This is my little world where nobody is going to judge me.... no matter what I like , do or say....I am free to be myself...... Thus born Life's Amazing....Not just for name but this what I feel and this is who I am Life's Amazing
Living in society each one has different roles to play, and getting along all the roles is a shoe biting job. there are some roles which we like while some which we dislike, also some which we have no emotion to, but are bond to do. In such a big world, it is possible that you may get lost or forget who you actually are, tangled within the roles, juts like me.
I known for sure I have a name, a place where I can call home, a family waiting for me, and my fellow mates. But in the silent hours when I am left to dig the darkness within me with loneliness around me, I have no answer to who I am. It's not that I dislike being alone, infact I feel I am the best when I am left with myself. I get a lot of time to reflect my behavior, thoughts and actions, I can fancy the people I want to fancy and dream about a ironical reality.
But every time this question arises I get disappointed with myself for not being able to answer a simple question as that, I tried many ways, seeking the answer to Who I Am, but everything only led me to who I pretend to be and not exactly who I am. I did ask a number of people what do you think who am I but all their responses seemed the superficial me, a masked me which I made for them.
Still striving in the search of who I am, a journey unending, with lots of discoveries, yet to be discovered. Hope someday you the find the answers to your questions and boldly, proudly speak it out loud.
Life's Amazing.
I find myself in those minority who would like to make a name but at same time be unknown. its true, that it feels good to be acknowledged by others for what you do, but I simply can't stop thinking what others will think of me when they come to know that it is Me. Maybe because I find joy in discovering secrets, it could also be that I like to remain a secret that I unconsciously, desperately want someone to search and find out as if they are searching for a hidden treasure. I also found that I keep so much within me, that it becomes difficult to even make friends. Though I want to tell them that I like them and would love to be around them and learn from them, I never end up doing it, thinking about what will they think about me if I say it out loud. Its not that I am not confident about myself. I know for sure what I want and what I don't. But when it comes to certain things and people I simply can't make myself speak up.
I envy those people who speak without thinking, though most of the time it does end them up in trouble, but at least they don't have regrets with what they couldn't say, especially to people who matter the most to them. For me most of the time it's like I'm lost within me. The constant conflict with, what should I say or what would be best way to say it, keeps me trapped within a glass shield which I unknowingly keep building. I can definitely see through the glass and so can you but my voice never passes through.
Hope someday I can break through the glass and stop all this mess inside my head and come clean with what's going on within me. Love, Life's Amazing.
