Transitions begin, deep down, the minute you set out to live a life that doesn’t jibe with your essential self. Over time, the dissonance, the sense of never being who you really are, starts to bother you. A lot. In fact, it finally becomes intolerable. Even though everything may look fine to the people around you, your essential self is torn and dying.
I believe my essential self has been pleading for me to go out and explore more. To travel, explore, learn, and connect with people. I was killing my essential self when I’d stay inside my bubble, in my room, when there’s so many experiences outside of it waiting for me to reach out, to step out.
