The Essence of Me

I’m such an ungrateful wretch.

I know that I have a lot of things to be thankful for, yet, i feel so unhappy… so unfulfilled. Actually, I was surprised that I used the word “oppressed” when I was describing to a friend how I’ve been feeling these past few months. And that one single word nailed it.

The sad thing is, I am my own oppressor. I let myself be limited by fears, by obligations, and by the compulsive need to please others. These are not necessarily bad things, in fact, these are good things… but I guess not to the extent of sacrificing one’s own happiness and freedom.

I’m sorry if I sound bitter. I’m not.

I just wish some things were different, that’s all.