The Introvert Urge To Have A Soul Person To Share Everything With, While Knowing Barely Anyone Out There

The introvert urge to have a soul person to share everything with, while knowing barely anyone out there deserves to know it all.

On that wide endless highway,

and barren, unknown land,

a tattered, bruised, broken soul,

Offered me his hand.

For once, I thought I am the savior,

to take him away to a sea,

But whoever he was waiting for,

I realised it wasn't me.

Sometimes we are just carriers,

to fetch and drop people off,

So when we learn we were used,

I believe, there's nothing to hate or scoff.

The worst mistake one can make as a human is not keep backup of everyone in their life.

Relationships, all kinds, have developed a tendency that the people in it, drop the responsibility of their own happiness in the hands of the other one. They rely too much on what the other one will do for them, and not what they do for themselves. I feel it is highly foolish to expect these associations to enrich our lives, when we ourselves have stopped doing so.

Who do I miss?

A person, place, hobby or environment? Or do I miss those shades of me, that I could never achieve. The traits I always wanted to inculcate, but my inner self always remained immune to. The traits that I still aspire to have, but I know my heart and mind will never align to accept and be the person that I find ideal. I will always be a crooked version of my imagination of myself. I miss the person I longed to be. I miss the person I'd never be.

Do I hate myself for what I turned out to be? No. None of us do.

It is not necessary that everyone we are closely associated with, must know us like the back of their hands, or vice versa. Humans are fickle minded. We do not build our lives based on colossal hardened inscriptions. Instead, we are that unfinished literature, that is being written everyday, by everyone, and by all instances. No one can actually score a PhD on us, and we must not expect them too.