"Who am I?" is a question that I've been heavily dealing with quite a lot lately. I am a lover, a fighter, a sister, a daughter blah blah blah blah. Who am I really? Am I a student of communication, a child of the Lord, a 19 year old, a closet romantic? Sure, if I want to be a cliche. Those things aren't who I am, they make up a part of me. Who am I? Behind all of the cloaks and smoke screens, who am I when no one else is around? When it's late at night and I'm lying in bed listening to music, alone with my thoughts, what do I think about, who am I then? When I go back to high school to visit friends, am I the same person as I am everyday at university? Do I define my life by who I'm with, or who I wish I was with? Am I defined by my mistakes (oh I hope not)? Am I defined by those I associate with, or by who I choose not to associate with? Am I defined by my race, my religion or my sexuality? What constitutes me? Buggered if I know...I'm still trying to figure it out. But I think, as I think about the possible answers to the questions that I'm asking myself, I've inadvertently answered my own questions. It's like when you flip a coin to make a decision. In that split second that it's in the air, you secretly hope what the answer will be, you suddenly know what you're hoping for. So wish me luck as I try and find myself. It's going to be one hell of a bumpy ride, and who knows where I'll end up. But you wanna know a secret? I think I know what I want the answer to be...
Until next time fellow humans....
