We, The Unquiets
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I see you.
I see your unquietness.
I know that longing to find peace, only to feel yourself suffocating the moment you get there. And I know the desire to run away from that quiet you worked so hard to find, chasing something you don’t even know. You just have to.
I live in the paradox of wanting something and not wanting it at the same time. I know the joy in the struggle and the struggle within the joy.
I face every day the mess of knowing who I am, yet not knowing who I am. Of wanting to be recognized yet dreading being put in a box.
We are just human.
And I see you.