Who am I? On the surface, I am ordinary. I am female. I am brunette. I have green eyes. I am tall. I am a vegetarian. I work two jobs. I go to school. I live at home with my boyfriend as well as mother and grandmother. This is what one could point out and see from the outside; that first judgment and also, that same judgment that may condemn another to only ever look this close and never dare to look closer. Yes I am all these things, but is that all I am? Absolutely, utterly and unequivocally Not.
Of course, there are many parts of my being the rest of the world may never unlock. I have my own secrets, shame, lies and sorrow… But I also feel love, pain, and everything in between. I am a believer in God. I am an optimist and existentialist. I am stubborn and competitive. I am an indecisive mind, constantly shifting directions. I am a writer, actress, painter, and songbird. I am a heart and soul overflowing with emotions strong enough to wipe out a galaxy. I am empathetic to those around me even whom I may not know, and because of this, I cry… A lot. I am many different things to many different people, depending on how brave they have been, and how close they have dared to look. I am a fierce friend, a loving daughter, and a devoted girlfriend.
Most of all, I am a firm believer that everyone has their own unique and intricate story, never completely like another’s. It is not only a possibility, but a purpose in life, to both enlighten those we come in contact with about ourselves, but more importantly, to acknowledge and stretch our understandings of those around us, even when foreign and sometimes frightening… In the same instance, we must also remind ourselves that there will always be mysteries in life. Secrets and skepticism have led to many great things. Love and life both thrive on what is unknown. Without the combination of questioning and learning, there would inevitably be no growth. Well all have our own path, some more problematic or demanding than anothers, but we have all faced self doubt, either at the hands of another or worse, our own self. So... when we are invited to learn about each other, we must always try... But how?
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