Craving for Reality
Its unreal how everything I hated now fits and make me proud of where I come from and who I am. I have this urge to find out who I am, and as of late this crave for exploration has taken over me. I have no clue about my past, my family, my roots. My culture is this mixed up world between the east the west and the middle east. Complicated and yet beautiful in its own way. I’ve set my path and I think its pretty evident, but now i crave so much more and sitting here isn’t helping. The degree I am doing is me to a certain degree (oh the irony) but its hindering me of what the potential I think I have. I need to go back, back to the roots and dig a little deeper, I want to be able to embrace everything that I am, but I don’t know who I am yet. I’ve been in one spot way too long now, my family doesn’t stay in one spot for a long time, and I think my body is telling me its time to get up and move. I am craving what I originally set out for. Simplicity. I want that house in the woods, in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing but nature. I want to reverse time and live like a responsible person who is one with their surroundings. Then there is this other part of me who wants to live that go-go-go life style constantly travelling and exploring different worlds. Its not hard to achieve both but sitting here isn’t doing anything. I want to know who I am, and make sense of why I feel the way I do and why I am the way I am. There’s been a number of unanswered questions that linger when you are kid that moves around from place to place and a kid that moves from worlds to worlds. As tolerant as that makes you, you still have a craving. I need to fulfill mine. Time to go back to Pakistan.
