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Trapped -1 Identity Crisis

I am going through a severe identity crisis. I don't know what is identity crisis but I think it is what I am facing. Though it may not be a big issue what girls go through after marriage but It Is.
Let me ask a few questions in general.
>:) what if one day when you wake up you find everything has changed from your parents to home to lifestyle. Everything.
>:) The food preferences has been changed. How would you react when you crave day in day out to eat your favourite breakfast and lunch??
>:) And moreover, what if wearing clothes get changed to Dressing Code and Conduct.

I am tired of living a life according to other's guidelines. I am really tired. You know something inside you begins to die and they say you have grown old

Now coming to the point,  Identity Crisis.  I am struggling to maintain my old lifestyle together with the new one. I am trying hard not to forget what I had been, what was my favourite food,  favourite time pass, what I was enthusiastic about, what was my secret qualities and cherished gifts.

It's not only me, I think he is also facing a crisis. Doing what he least likes, living at a place he doesn't  want to.

So,  why don't we do what we want to. Why don't we are there where our happiness lies. Why we feel so "majboor" as if nothing is in our hands. Who has the answers.

Why I am thrown middle in the play,given the important role while others come and go staying out of that all stress.

There seems no escape. And I am living someone else's life.

Comments

Vibhu VS said…
Good to see you after a long time Jeannie! Change is eternity. At few times in your life there will be important landmarks which will necessitate certain Decision Points or SPA as we may say. These SPA will define the course of your life in a major way always and every time. It's like a journey of a river. Swift and tumultuous in mountains, wide and free flowing as it enters the plains, wide and deep, slow moving and meandering in between, vast and seamlessly merging in sea at the end.Yet, rhthe essence of being a river remains the same. There core values remain the same. Let some more doubts arise. Let there be some more churning in mind, after all, sagar man than se hi amrit nikalta hai, time indeed to give yourself some more time to ponder on these issues. The answers lie within. Happy Pondering :)

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