It's been a long time since I've felt this seen, Maria 🥹 And it's so strange, because we go about our day thinking we are the only ones who haven't figured things out... when in reality, we're all quite lost. And that's not a bad thing. Learning to embrace our lost-ness is beautiful.
Your writing really is so beautiful. This felt like a warm hug. Thank you for holding us ♥︎
Kine, I see you. I see us. You’re absolutely right! Learning to embrace our lost-ness is so wonderfully beautiful. Thank you for reading & letting me hold you ❤️
Oh Maria ! What a deep vast question ! It reminds me of 20-year-old Fiona, studying in Paris, suddenly changeing schools to go to théâtre school as well, then changeing théâtre school because I wasn’t finding what I was looking for, then stopping everything because I was going to have a baby and I wanted her to live in the country, to have a quiet life so I quit théâtre to become a librarian and then a schoolteacher…but I was still looking for answers…I remember questioning the therapist I went to see in Paris, I told him I didn’t want to look back the day I would die and regret my what I had done with my life, he just have me a look ! This question of purpose is so vital ! And there’s no quick conversation on that one ! I love the images in your text, going upside down into a labyrinth, searching in the Forest, building our own compass…To be brief about it, I would say that the only place we have trouble with staying there is within ourselves. I have no choice because I hit this midlife crisis so I have to walk myself out of it. But at the same time, I am happy to spend time all by myself, it’s like I had always know the answer but deep down, it wasn’t clear, and I didn’t pause enough to have a good look into it, and now I am looking for the way to go back to a sort of primal Joy and identity. And this has its shadow too.
Thank you for your words, and that lovely poem at the end 🤍🤍
Thank you so much for sharing this with me, Fiona 🤍
I can feel the weight of your words, especially when you say you didn’t want to look back at the end of your life and regret. That’s such a powerful and honest fear, one I think many of us carry but don’t always dare to face. What you said about the hardest place to stay being within ourselves - that resonates so deeply with the core of what I tried to explore in this essay. We often search outside for direction, but the true { and often uncomfortable } journey is the one where we dare to sit with ourselves long enough to hear the quiet whispers. And I love how you describe this return to a “primal joy and identity”, while also acknowledging the shadow that comes with it. It’s such an honest reflection of how healing isn’t always light-filled - but it’s real, and alive, and worth walking through!
Thank you again for your words. They’ve truly stayed with me !! I’m so so honored that my words resonated with you 🤍
I love this so much. ❤️
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It's been a long time since I've felt this seen, Maria 🥹 And it's so strange, because we go about our day thinking we are the only ones who haven't figured things out... when in reality, we're all quite lost. And that's not a bad thing. Learning to embrace our lost-ness is beautiful.
Your writing really is so beautiful. This felt like a warm hug. Thank you for holding us ♥︎
Kine, I see you. I see us. You’re absolutely right! Learning to embrace our lost-ness is so wonderfully beautiful. Thank you for reading & letting me hold you ❤️
Oh Maria ! What a deep vast question ! It reminds me of 20-year-old Fiona, studying in Paris, suddenly changeing schools to go to théâtre school as well, then changeing théâtre school because I wasn’t finding what I was looking for, then stopping everything because I was going to have a baby and I wanted her to live in the country, to have a quiet life so I quit théâtre to become a librarian and then a schoolteacher…but I was still looking for answers…I remember questioning the therapist I went to see in Paris, I told him I didn’t want to look back the day I would die and regret my what I had done with my life, he just have me a look ! This question of purpose is so vital ! And there’s no quick conversation on that one ! I love the images in your text, going upside down into a labyrinth, searching in the Forest, building our own compass…To be brief about it, I would say that the only place we have trouble with staying there is within ourselves. I have no choice because I hit this midlife crisis so I have to walk myself out of it. But at the same time, I am happy to spend time all by myself, it’s like I had always know the answer but deep down, it wasn’t clear, and I didn’t pause enough to have a good look into it, and now I am looking for the way to go back to a sort of primal Joy and identity. And this has its shadow too.
Thank you for your words, and that lovely poem at the end 🤍🤍
Thank you so much for sharing this with me, Fiona 🤍
I can feel the weight of your words, especially when you say you didn’t want to look back at the end of your life and regret. That’s such a powerful and honest fear, one I think many of us carry but don’t always dare to face. What you said about the hardest place to stay being within ourselves - that resonates so deeply with the core of what I tried to explore in this essay. We often search outside for direction, but the true { and often uncomfortable } journey is the one where we dare to sit with ourselves long enough to hear the quiet whispers. And I love how you describe this return to a “primal joy and identity”, while also acknowledging the shadow that comes with it. It’s such an honest reflection of how healing isn’t always light-filled - but it’s real, and alive, and worth walking through!
Thank you again for your words. They’ve truly stayed with me !! I’m so so honored that my words resonated with you 🤍