Twenty Years in America

Next month marks two decades since I arrived in the U.S. Witnessing the transformation of America, especially New York, has been remarkable. But the most profound change has been within myself. Assimilation has chipped away at some parts of who I was, yet unearthed unexpected facets I never knew existed. I hope this process of self-discovery continues, to keep finding new pieces of me in the years to come.

Lately, however, a gnawing sense of burnout has settled in. Emptiness lingers, and the search for lasting happiness feels elusive. It’s like filling an empty stomach – it solves one problem, but countless others remain.

Is this a mid-life crisis? Seeking answers, I reached out to friends and teachers. Their responses, filled with empathy, echoed a familiar refrain: “Overthinking, uncertainty, helplessness – that sounds about right.” “But what next? How do we cope?”

Their heartfelt advice hasn’t yet revealed the escape route from this abyss. It seems trial and error is the only path. Perhaps there’s solace in putting pen to paper, solidifying the swirling thoughts within. Each one externalized is a weight lifted from my mind.

To you, dear readers,

While I may not have solutions, I offer solace: you are not alone. These feelings are normal, human. And remember, this too shall pass. 

If I could, I’d hold your heart when it aches. Perhaps, someday, we can hold each other’s hearts, a beacon of shared experience in this journey of life.

(#Resonate)