It's been a while that I spoke aloud.
Or maybe not loud enough to make others seen.
In my quiet zone, I am often see me as arrogant.
Sometimes I doubt if I really am.
But then, I remember those times when I put genuine efforts to make everyone seen.
How loving I was, people would say.
Those efforts, I never counted but I always realized that I made.
I even chose discomfort for myself to let others feel comfortable.
I still remember every of those things that I wanted but did not go for.
All because others did not want.
I realize and admire all the priceless efforts by others too,
To make me smile, laugh, or feel good.
But only if I could express that I did not want any of it.
Yes, even those good things.
What I really wanted, I often neglected.
You know those who did so much for me even if I did not want them to,
They did it because they wanted to. It was them, and what they wished.
The good things which were all charming, but never had any light.
The bigger realization is,
Today, if I am needing to make efforts to be myself,
It's only because I somewhere had lost myself.
Everytime, I did not listen to myself.
Everytime, I did not do what I wished to.
Everytime, I did not choose myself.
Every of those times, I kept losing a bit of myself.
And nothing is worth losing our own selves.
Being myself is not my stubbornness.
It is not my inability to think for others.
It is my strength to build values beyond any limits.
It is my ability to serve greater good for people.
Often perceived as selfishness, it is the core of my selflessness.
It is my peace. It is my enlightenment. It is my truth.
To not be someone else but to be who I am.
To be myself.
To be SELFLESSLY MYSELF.