Who am I? It is one of those questions that we all ask ourselves at one point or another. It ranks close to the question of: What’s the meaning of life? Yet simple-minded me, I won’t pretend to be able to answer that universal question of all time; so the million dollar question for me is—who am I?
I mean,
it should be an easy answer. Shouldn’t it? Essentially, I should know who I am.
My name, my gender, my age, my ethnicity, my values should all be indicators of
who I am. But, something doesn’t quite fit right.
I am
average: on looks, intelligence, and demeanor. I do not consider myself the
least bit ugly, but, often times, I am made to feel that way. I don’t blend in
seamlessly with a crowd due to my awkward tall stature and lack of grace; I
stick out like a sore thumb. I am neither as smart nor as inadequate as people
perceive me. I fail more often than I
succeed. I’m not good at anything in particular but I love to make attempts,
and with persistence I sometimes catch a lucky break. I am the wall-flower who shies away and stays
anonymous. But, if you’ll allow me: secretly, I have so much to share.
Thus, I am writing this to document my many failures and possible
success. Success is secondary; failure is primary, because failures show
attempts. It doesn't work in school, but in life...if you are striving high
enough, failures are okay. I intend to fail lots. :)
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