Who Am I?

Who am I? It was a simple enough question. It is quite fascinating how something as simple as a question, could trigger such philosophical thoughts. I suddenly felt like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces or rather, an unfinished artwork. The basic foundation of the piece was present, but the essentials, the substance that truly makes a person who they are, was missing. In a sense, my ‘glue’ was absent and inside I was falling apart much like a soft, clay sculpture. I wanted, no, needed to continue with my journey of self-discovery.

Who am I? Again that question threatened my emotional well-being, my mind impatient for answers, like an all-consuming tsunami overwhelming my senses. Perhaps; I am a young woman, with brunette hair and brown eyes? No, those are immaterial things that people see, and from which they judge. I begin to wonder, does society define me by my appearance? Do they judge me and assume who I am? Do I surrender myself to their thoughts and see myself as what they perceive? Regrettably, at times one can feel limited by what they are said to be capable of, repressed by the confinements of society I always thought myself indifferent to the conformities of the public, yet reflecting upon this pivotal and deciduous moment in my life, the realisation of succumbing to society may be a predicament in itself.

Who am I? I am at wit's end, further unsure as to how to define myself. I must find my purpose, yet how can I define my purpose when I cannot yet identify with myself? If I delve into the possibilities and journeys experienced in the reflection of discovering one's personal being, I may be able to seek answers to my tidal wave of questions. I do possess the yearning to uncover the alleged mystery that is my persona, yet I have not yet been able to deduce as to whether the truth, to a point of clarity, is what I truly desire. I am in fear of what I will discover, if my journey is all for naught or if who I discover myself to be is what I truly wish to unearth. Consequently, in order to continue upon my voyage of self-discovery, I must brace myself for any insufficiencies and accept them whole-heartedly.

Who am I? I am exasperated. The questions continue, and as one is answered another arises. Should I ensure my questions are answered, or give up and let sleeping dogs lie? Alas, to let things be would ensure that I will never know the truth, and in turn, never be at ease with myself. To continue with this voyage of self-discovery is a choice I believe myself must make, as my journey is not over yet.-

"There is one quality that one must possess to win, and that is definiteness of purpose, the knowledge of what one wants, and a burning desire to possess it.”