“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.” — Haruki Murakami
That feeling when you’re almost out of the storm because you’ve let go of everything that kept you attached to the storm, whether it was comfort or ego or convenience or all three.
I was a victim of my own ego. I have expensive taste, I love nice things, I’m pretty minimalistic but everything I have is name brand. I say it’s for quality but that’s not really the reason. The more time I spend in nature the more I hate everything I’ve bought and the image I’ve created of my life. Denying it for as long as I have has made me so miserable. My brain is split into 2 very different personalities and I don’t know which one is mine and which one is what was sold to me through targeted advertising.
I’m not totally sure why yet, but it feels like it’s over.