Changes
Life is about changes, sounds classic, but nothing in this world would remain the same. We evolve, either backward or forward, for the better or for the worse, or for the meh-okay-fine. This post is about change, my personal growth, or whatever society wants to call this uncomfortable never-ending painful healing process.
2021 was very uncomfortably disturbing for me. I changed, a lot.
I started to replenish myself; I relearn so many things about my identity and how I perceive myself and others. I am sitting in my Gender in IR class while writing this, and while multi-tasking while reading a post from Instagram, I found this:
The 'new you' will upset some people. They'll tell you they miss the 'old you'. When this happes, you'll wonder whether you made the right decision. You'l think to yourself, "Should I go back to the old me?..."
The answer is, I don't know. I don't like myself now as well as I don't like myself then.
I think the problem is not by looking back or blaming myself for how 'different' I became. Rather start to accept me and all of the flaws I finally embrace.
I no longer look the same, talk the same, think the same, or even have the same favorite snacks, let alone how different my view of the world is. Do you know how frustrating it is to meet people from your past questioning your reality while also feeling bad that the version of you that they know has gone?
Can I blame my decision to study in Japan for this? Like how my parents blame themselves for being failed as parents by letting me get liberalized and westernized?
I fell in love, and I got hurt; I trusted, and I got betrayed.
I lost the sense of genuinity and it's killing me. I am no longer me, so who am I?
I am not a good friend, nor a good partner, let alone a good daughter.
Why is it so hard to convince my fuck*d up head that I too deserve to be loved and accepted just the way I am?
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