I think its fair to say I’ve always been an over thinker. My mum used to say I was searching for “the truth”. Some kind of colossal truth about the universe and life and our purpose that greater minds had overlooked. And 21 years on, I think its safe to say I’m still looking.
I used to want to know it all. What we were made of and were we came from and if god was real and if aliens were and what happened when we died. It took a long time for me to realise that I should probably focus on life first and deal with death after. That I should probably think about my purpose before I worried about lifes. But how do you find the answer to a question you don’t know. And the truth is, i don’t know. The truth is that sometimes I feel further away from finding it than that neurotic six year old girl. The truth is the amount i still don’t know or understand about life paralyzes my brain so much that I’ve stopped asking, I’ve stopped searching. The truth is I can’t handle it.
In a way everything I’ve ever done has been part of this search. Every passion was a potential purpose, an answer to that unanswerable question. I searched in new houses and new boyfriends and new friends and every time it led me right back to the beginning. And yet in all of them, I found some truth. Some piece of the puzzle I’ve been building my whole life, still too unclear to read.
In 12 days I will officially be a social worker and the truth is, I don’t know if I’m ready. The truth is I don’t know what to do without my pre set plan. The truth is I don’t know if I want to grow up yet, or if I can. And the truth is, I don’t know if it was the right choice.
The truth is I’ve never felt closer to the truth than when I’m writing. Even if what I’m writing is useless. Even if nobody ever reads it. And sometimes, I feel like writing might be that truth.
All I can really be sure of is that whatever I’m looking for, it isn’t in my past. And yet again life pushes me forwards, onto new things. New homes, new adventures, new loves.. And for the first time, I intend to embrace that.
The truth is, I owe that much to the truth.
Bon voyage Liverpool.
A photo of Liverpool the day of my Social Work Interview at Hope
2011