Finding Peace

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Poem By: Beautiful Simplicity
Memoir

Tags: reflection, life, society, peer pressure, desire, peace, happiness, personality

Have you ever stopped to think about your life? To reflect on who you used to be, who you've become, and who you want to be? This is my reflection on life. I hope you will come experience it with me. View table of contents...

Submitted: Dec 28, 2006 Reads: 138 Comments: 5 Likes: 0

I used to be a different girl

I used to be someone who had peace within

Then I became a teenager

I became the girl I used to hate

The one who would cry over a boy I knew I could never have

I became the girl that was no different from anyone else

The one who cared about how flat her stomach was

Then one day it hit me

One day I realized

That I had the power to change myself

That day I saw that popularity doesn’t matter

How attractive you are doesn't matter

What really matters is whether you’re happy,

Whether you’re truly happy

Even now, I still make mistakes

I’m human

Just like everyone else

The only difference is

This time – I’m aware

Aware of how the world can corrupt and change

Aware of how I don’t have to let it happen to me

Now, as I reach the end of my teenage years

I think I’ve finally discovered the key

To finding inner peace again

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Comments:

GreenTea

Good insight. I think the key is to realize what makes you happy. You have pointed out that popularity and looks are not the key for you (although they may be for someone else). So what is it that makes you happy? For me, it's family and freedom. By freedom I mean the ability to lead the life I want, free from the constraints of materialism. If I buy a nice car, an expensive watch, lots of cloths I need money to pay for it all. That's the beginning of dependance. It leads to a vicious circle of having to work harder to buy more, etc. etc.

I'll keep my beaten up car, year-old cloths and be able to chart my own destiny and spend time with my friends and famliyl instead of locked into a cattle pen in an office. To me, that's happiness.

Sorry for rambling but you can see you sparked something in me. Thanks.

Posted: Dec 28, 2006

Author Comment:

I'm glad it sparked something in you. :) In answer to your question, what really makes me happy is music. I play several instruments, but right now piano is my favorite. A while ago, I wrote a song to the words of the Lord's prayer. The ending has never been written, so every time I play it, I write as I play...it makes me feel like I'm in a whol other world that I never want to leave. I close my eyes as I sit on the bench, and I know the keys so well that I picture myself playing every single note. When I play, I'm never stressed, never tense. Everything just floats away. It's in those moments that I am truly happy.
You can probably tell I have a habit of rambling too :p

Mr Benn

Really well written piece. It's great when you find contentment and you seem to have discovered that.

Posted: Feb 3, 2007

Dawn Prest

Don't you just love it when you realise that you don't have to be the way everybody is telling you? This is a very beautiful piece, I really enjoyed it. Well done!

Posted: Feb 14, 2007

Author Comment:

I really do love being myself for no other reason than to find my own happiness. Thanks so much!

facmd09

I really enjoyed your poem. It is exciting that you have found happiness within. The is charateristic that many people in our society lack. Well done!

God Bless

Posted: Feb 22, 2007

MAmberConrad

Reading this poem, I saw a bit of myself. Finding oneself and becoming self aware have been very important in my life. I, too, am a bit of a musician. I also enjoy my piano. What a great way to relax.
And you're right, popularity doesn't matter. I'm far from being back in high school, and never was popular. But, oh, how some of us strived for it. Today, years later, nobody really cares how popular you were in high school. Nobody cares if you were a geek in high school. People grow out of that, and realize that there's a real person inside.

MA

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Posted: Jul 25, 2008