Inner realisation

I,

Cestmir Bergsma is my name, but what defines me,

Over the years i struggle to hold on to myself , not knowing what there is to hold on to.
in my head there is a fantasy world who wants to take over,

In my head, the world seems as a magic place
In my head,

What is there to hold on to, what if you´re alone,

when nobody gets you, as who you are

then the conclusion is maybe, that you need to be someone else,
to be excepted, to have a mask on who can protect you against the world

Of course,
That makes things easier, you get the friends you always wanted
If you act like a normal kid, it makes life easier.

Afraid of what they would say if they found out you´re father left you when you were 6
Afraid for the real you, who is selfish or who takes no no for an answer

But what if,
the real you, can amaze people

what if, you are meant to free people from there lonelyness
I am not talking about myself, i am talking about everyone,

Because everyone has a story inside,
If you are to be true to yourself
than you, can, be someone´s pillar

Even with you not realising it
by you´re mere presence you can let people expirience your heart

you´re kind soul, the whisper behind the shouting

I had the wisdom, or the foolish song, in my head that i wanted to be myself throughout my whole life

No mask, this is me.
Take it, or leave it,

And i had no real friends before i chose to do Social Cultural Work ,
When i was 17, i first got in contact with the world of friends.

And at 20 i left this world, to pursue my own dream
Traveling, i left my old `sweet´home behind me to see what life is about,

what my life needs, to see the light

The light that i was
some one who could mean something to another.
not just some kid. Lost in the world,

We, people, all have the power to understand our selves
and the wisdom of our deeds carries the freedom of who we want to be.

I erased my self to become myself,

And that was the best move i could ever make,

All the lifes that i lived in the futures that will never be, is not getting close, to the magnificent future i am living now,

To say this, is releashing all the anger inside of you,
I have learned,
but what,

I have conquered,
but what,

myself?
or just the illusion of myself

Am i what i wanted to be,
can i love myself despite the ease which what i lean towards the opposite

Yes ,
we can

We can,

Traveling made me realise, that my dream is succeeding myself,
It is traveling forwards, to let the dreams of others analyze her.

Spirits combining true magic, because you are rewarded,

Because you are yourself
Because you follow the path you love the most,

No one can destroy the fairytale in side of us,
she was 14 years old when they locked her up in a mental hospital

desperate for freedom she ran away and for 6 months was on the run, nowhere to go

Believing in our own words is harder than drinking the water of your sorrows
we think, that protecting ourselves from our superb souls, the outside world cannot hurt us,

and we find, that we are not happy, and wanting to go back, to the child we were
we find that it is impossible

for we do not know how to make the art of meaning visible


who we are,
is a question we must answer,

because if we ignore the wonders we create, we silence the waves of our future who brings us happines and joy

On my travels i learned to understand my past, and theirby understanding the future a little bit better.