"I have no sense of self. I have no personality, no brilliant color. I have nothing to offer. That’s always been my problem. I feel like an empty vessel. I have a shape, I guess, as a container, but there’s nothing inside.”…”Let’s say you are an empty vessel. So what? What’s wrong with that?” Eri said. “You’re still a wonderful, attractive vessel. And really, does anybody know who they are? So why not be a completely beautiful vessel? The kind people feel good about, the kind people want to entrust with precious belongings."
— Haruki Murakami - Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via murakamistuff)
I feel this way sometimes. That I have nothing to offer yet I find myself with good people. Sometimes it hurts because I feel like I’m going to let those people down or disappoint them once they see the the emptiness inside me. Also the fear that I’ll be replaced and discarded soon after. But that pain belongs to me and is a reminder that my heart still beats.