New Voice
Hello Universe 267
Tomorrow I turn 34.
The upcoming year does not look like anything I have lived before. Till now I had some sense of grounding and certainty in a familiar universe, but starting now, things are going to be quite different. And in this year, as I learn to adapt to a new environment, a new reality, I have often been left wondering, what do I do with the voice inside my head? How much do I listen to my instincts and the ways in which they challenge me or encourage me?
There are so many lessons I have learned that have left a deep impression on me. There were also life outcomes which were not to my liking, and for those I have often had honest conversations with myself and taken the right lessons, but many for which I have even taken wrong lessons. Over time, these lessons have hardened into things that the voice inside my head keeps repeating to me. I don’t know if it always frames things correctly though.
In this upcoming year, I want to spend some time understanding these instincts. And that’s what today’s poem is about.
Alright, poem starts in 3… 2… 1!
There's a voice that's always on. That speaks for long and sings some songs. It talks about the good, the bad, what you could have, what you have had. It says the things you always hear, it shrieks your joys and screams your fears. It whispers out what's scaring you it guides the things you always do. It warns you when there's danger close sometimes, yes, even when you doze. It bolsters up your ego vast. It tells you all the spells to cast. It holds you back and shuts your tongue. It's always there, whether you're old or young. It's on your plate, it's in your cup. It's built through years of growing up. It pushes you through moments hard. It tells you when you hold the cards. It wins with you, it loses too. It's done what you've done. It'll do what you'll do. This voice, it sits inside your head, it is your life's longest thread. And yet, I find once these thoughts are all said, I don't know quite well the voice inside my head. When it asks me questions, have I questioned back? When it comes to speak, have I offered it a snack? Are there things it says that I always believe? Or shrugged it away thinking that it deceives? I don't think we've really been introduced yet. We're not yet in sync, yes, that would be my bet. So maybe, I'll try spend some time with that voice. and learn to differentiate its signal and noise. And learn to communicate and understand. To do things together, in sync, hand in hand. To question me well when I'm not doing right, and give wind to my wings when it's time for the flight.
That’s it! Thank you for reading edition 267 of Hello Universe.
I’ll also miss my mother a lot tomorrow. I think she would have liked reading this pre-birthday poem.
Here’s a nice track for you on the way out:
That’s it for this week, see you next Tuesday!