Friday, November 13, 2020

Who am I

 Living in society each one has different roles to play, and getting along all the roles is a shoe biting job. there are some roles which we like while some which we dislike, also some which we have no emotion to, but are bond to do. In such a big world, it is possible that you may get lost or forget who you actually are, tangled within the roles, juts like me. 

I known for sure I have a name, a place where I can call home, a family waiting for me, and my fellow mates. But in the silent hours when I am left to dig the darkness within me with loneliness around me, I have no answer to who I am. It's not that I dislike being alone, infact I feel I am the best when I am left with myself. I get a lot of time to reflect my behavior, thoughts and actions, I can fancy the people I want to fancy and dream about a ironical reality. 

But every time this question arises I get disappointed with myself for not being able to answer a simple question as that, I tried many ways, seeking the answer to Who I Am, but everything only led me to who I pretend to be and not exactly who I am. I did ask a number of people what do you think who am I but all their responses seemed the superficial me, a masked me which I made for them. 

Still striving in the search of who I am, a journey unending, with lots of discoveries, yet to be discovered. Hope someday you the find the answers to your questions and boldly, proudly speak it out loud.  

Life's Amazing.  

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