Outside voices

I sit here awake, just thinking.

Thinking about all the times I should’ve been…

What I would’ve been if I had just listened, to the

instructions society so kindly laid out for me.

 

But when I listen to anyone and everyone other than my own heart,

I feel like a mere puppet. Irrelevant to the true worth of life--

To the voice that continuously shouts out ideas to me,

None of which I can clearly see are meant for me

 

For I don’t know what is meant for me…

I don’t know my meaning

I sit here wondering the reason for my existence

I mean there has to be a reason I am here, right?

A reason, a purpose…

But I ask myself, “What is my purpose?”

What is my calling?

 

Once again the outside voices from my childhood to my current adulthood

Run through my mind, all these suggestions and advisements for what it is I should do with my life overwhelm me, with a feeling of losing myself in the pile of “Should do’s”

When really none of it appeals to my “want to’s.”

Reviews

[Dipanjan Dutta]

"feeling of losing myself in the pile of “Should do’s”
When really none of it appeals to my “want to’s" "...Marvellous...I am already a fan of yours...don't know what more you will come out with...

A constant identity crisis, if it could be called so, is that the human race suffers from...what I am for? is the question that stays unanswered for the greater period of life...we aren't unhappy with the "should do's" but could be or definitely would be happier to deal with the "want to's"...yet the latter is weaker and so we live on with the "should do's" imposed on us...probably we are afraid to do otherwise...

You know what, this one of you and especially the last two lines made my day...overwhelmed

[Mac8]

Thank you, I really I appreciate your response. I'm glad you can see where I'm coming from.

[Dipanjan Dutta]

You are welcome.