I am an unsettled soul.
I guess that’s that.
And yeah, I made that term up.
I don’t actually know when that ‘unsettledness’ started, or if it will ever be gone.
When I was a young girl, I thought I owned the world. My parents and grandparents were strict in many other ways, but I was always allowed to go anywhere I wanted during the day. I was free to climb trees, go to the forests, swim in the rivers as long as I wanted, eat all the duhat and cashew fruits that I could get, gather leaves and grasses that I could dry and brew while pretending to be a witch, collect stones to paint … I could go on.
It was a great childhood. But the thing with being free to enjoy nature all you want as a child is you experience your first heartbreak when you first realise there are many things around you that are beyond your control. In fact, as a child, almost all—if not all— things are beyond your control. So, when they cut down your favourite tree, or burn your favourite hiding place to make way for more ‘plantable’ areas, no amount of crying can stop these from happening.
I do not know exactly when I began to fully internalise that there is nothing in this world that I could hold on to. I did not have a strong faith as a young girl. I always just took it for granted that I was a Catholic – I prayed at night as I was taught to. I do not recall much else, there were no churches in our mountains, and I vaguely recall that I saw priests only when there were weddings or deaths, or sometimes during holy week. When I went to school in the city (an hour away from our village, which would probably not be a big deal nowadays but by then we only had one passenger jeepney plying the route and if you did not wake up before 5am, you will be left behind and won’t be able to go to the city until the next day), I got myself (re)baptised into a Baptist church. It was by no means an abrupt decision. I have spent days in empty Catholic churches, I guess talking to God in my own way, searching for something, until I ended up going to a Baptist church and eventually getting (re)baptised. I was 14.
When I started in the University (in the metropolitan, about 9 hours away from our village, and this is a side point but I will forever be grateful to my parents for finding the sheer willpower to send me to college there—the first ever from our village—even though we were from the lower middle class), I did not know the place and I couldn’t find a Baptist church. So I joined a group that invited me while I was at the Sunken Garden, something I immediately regretted for their questionable practices. And then I attended church-sects upon the invitation of my dormmates, or classmates, or acquaintances. I make no value judgements on all the religious denominations I attended (except, of course, that one I joined in Sunken Garden). And there were many, including (though not exactly a religious denomination) transcendental meditation and new age groups. I take all the blame for not being able to settle or find whatever I was looking for. But it was Buddhism which solidified my growing detachment (from material things, relationships, it was a wide range of things from training myself to not react when my computer crashed, to not really caring about anything—I’m not even sure if I interpreted my readings accurately). It was great, except that one day I realised I haven’t been able to experience any positive emotion for a while, and thus began my descent into (my first of many) depression. At some point I have also developed this irrational fear of being happy (which, strangely enough, isn’t all that uncommon, and it is called cherophobia); I was convinced that any happiness would be balanced out by the same amount of sadness afterwards, so I usually didn’t allow myself to feel joy. So yeah, my mind was pretty much fucked up for many periods of my life. There might have been many other factors—I just graduated from college a year or two before, and months (or years) before I graduated, I have been contemplating going to the ‘countryside’ (only a few would understand what this means). There were crucial decisions that I couldn’t make because, maybe, I lacked the required strength of character.
In any case, I ‘surfaced’ after a few months, and the one thing I could say in hindsight is that, even though I couldn’t settle on one religion, my Lord loves me unconditionally, and keeps pulling me back into the light. Which is why my faith is absolute.
Anyway, I did not just set out to rant or to expose what can be considered as some of my ‘deepest secrets’. I did have a few (or two) takeaways I wanted to share. First, on the question of being a drifter. Because I have no doubt that I am, even though I may not exactly fit what people’s definition of drifter is. As I said, I have an unsettled soul. I just have this constant feeling in my gut of not belonging, that is, wherever I find myself, that it is not where I am supposed to be. And I can feel it strongly in my (heart? gut? bones?) when it’s time to go. And then I go. I have accepted that fact, that I may always be drifting (although I have had to be more careful for the past years to ensure that my daughter will also have better life chances). But the one thing I learned is that, even when I may not be where I want to be—or even when I don’t even know where I am supposed to be—the important things is, wherever I find myself, I am the best that I can be at that moment. I immerse myself totally in whatever task I have to do, and I am not just being overly confident when I say I produce excellent results. So yeah, I guess what I am saying is, it’s okay if you don’t know exactly where to go, as long as wherever you are, you give your all, so that when it’s time to go, there will be no regrets. Wherever you are, try to make your mark.
Second, the reason I can jump when it’s time to jump is because I have a family who has my back, always and unconditionally. So when I say I am drifter, I say so with full knowledge that I am coming from a position of privilege. Some people may want to, but they do not have any choice but to stay, ignoring the feeling in their guts. So yeah. I drift because I can afford to. I am an unsettled soul, but I am also loved. That is a privilege that I will never take for granted.
I’m probably nearing the end of my life, who knows. Or I may live for many years more. I’ve been surrounded with uncertainties for most of that life. But of two things I am certain. The first one is that I have absolute faith in a God who created me for a purpose, who loves me unconditionally, and who gave me a family who supports me no matter what. And lastly, that in all the stages of this journey peppered with uncertainty, I gave it my best shot. I guess that is all we can do, really.
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