After an extroverted journey, the introvert finds home

How was life before the story of my life became so big? Before I started to figure out my personality?

These days I am reminded of when I was a kid. And it was just me and life.

When did opinions and views about my so called "self" start to attain significance?

Others were with others so I thougt I had to be too. And I am happy that I explored this socializing area of land. How else would I have become wise if I stayed alone in my room all my life?

But I cannot keep up with this extroverted game.

I have learned enough. About sharing emotions with other humans and about social ego. I have learned how to set myself free in the midst of being observed by eyes and labeled by minds.

Now I have come back to my true nature as a "human" being. It is me and life. Me and the cold floor that I am laying on, me and my journal, me and the sky, me and the music, me and the dishes.

Transcending this, something more remarkable than all of the above has arisen. Me and my true nature as a "being". The deepest connection possible has been found. One with what I am beyond all of that I am not.

So in actuality I have not merely come "back" to my introverted self.

I have finally come Home to my true self, in which I find you who is reading this, and all of life, and all that is.