When I was a child, my mother would tell me "You are a lizard! Look at your dry skin!" Since I can remember, I always had really dry skin (I know, lotion exists but it still didn't work). It was more believable with the addition of my constantly cold hands and feet; and I guess I tried to adhere myself to surrounding walls. From that point forward I always believed to be of different genealogy from you regular folk. I thought and acted differently, and I didn't know why. My lizard ancestry could not be traced according to my human mother and father. So I began to seek elsewhere. I thought, I must be from high above than, another planet (cool), sent here to do god knows what (using god as a figure of speech so don't hurt me people). Till this day, I still believe to be from another planet. I must be, I can't mold myself into what I think I should be in order to comply with social standards. But that's okay, I learned to live with my reptilian dysfunctionality (or exclusiveness. That sounds much better, feel free to utilize that in every conversation you have). But one thing still bothers me; if I think I know who I am and what I am and so forth, what does that mean? Do I really know me? If I don't know me than who is it that can tell me who I am? I don't believe that other people can know you better than yourself. But you cannot know thyself better unless you hear judgement from others (contradicting is no fun task). Maybe our journeys from beginning to end are our discoveries of not only the world but our place in the world and beyond our grain of sand into the giant nebulae of beaches (using metaphors for the universe feels so delightful).
So before I wander off into a lucid dream (I'm at REM sleep as I type), I'll leave you with a more famous quote than the title of this post.
"I am what I am and that's all I am" - Popeye
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