Disappearing…
Greeting dear friends & fellow navigators, & welcome to my world this week. Occasionally, I have a quiet urge to step out of sight & hide in the darkness, so I disappear. Not To leave the world behind, but to find my place in it.
Life has a way of moving fast ~ too fast for me, sometimes; & in this blur, I realize I am losing myself. I get lost in all the roles I play & the responsibilities I bear. It often feels like I am carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders when I am barely lifting a pebble. It is not the burdens being heavy, it is my own weary hands, holding on so tightly I have forgotten how to let go.
So, I disappear, not to escape, but to remember. I let the world move on without me, allowing myself to feel the emptiness where all the noise used to be. I lay down all the weight I have been holding & let go of what I must be. In this solitude, I do not have to think about anyone else or their expectations or my constant need to prove myself. I let it all fade away &, in the silence, I start to feel whole again ~ as I am.
In this quiet, there is a forgotten freedom ~ one in which there is nothing to prove, no image to uphold. I am not an anchor or saviour. I am simply me, with no pressure to be anything at all. I become a mystery, even to myself. It is not giving up on the world & running away from life. I am giving myself a chance to find myself again, to see the world with clearer eyes.
When I step back, it is not to abandon the world but to see it differently ~ to remind me not all answers are mine to find. The world does not need me to hold anything together; it will carry on, even when I am not there, & somehow, this realization brings me back to myself.
Solitude gives a clarity only silence can bring. There is a quiet comfort in the way the world pauses when I am alone as if it is waiting for me to catch my breath. I find the parts of me I had forgotten in the rush. I remember, I do not need to constantly push forward; sometimes, simply being here is enough.
So, occasionally, I disappear ~ not forever, not even for long, just long enough to find all the pieces of myself I lost in the rush. When I finally feel whole, I surface, I come back, quieter & more at ease. Even if the world forgets, I am still here, in places only I can see.
Occasionally, I disappear ~ not to leave the world behind, but to find my place in it.
Just few observations again dear friends & provide an opinion in my world. Thank you for stopping by, I appreciate your being here. If my journey encourages you also, all is well with my soul. Looking forward to next week; this is Kenn Butler in Paradise, Nelson with best wishes.
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