A brief introspection of ‘me’ reveals that a few years ago I was
able to define myself in many different ways using different gobbledygook (to
borrow from George Mpombo’s words). Today, all I say is that I am just me, and
unless I am attending a job interview or in a meeting delivering a business
pitch, I really don't know how to define myself. That's just me.
All I know is that I am a unique individual. I love life. I love
my wife. I love my son. I love the rest of my family. I love my friends. I love
to write. I love good music. I love
sports. I love to read. I love to be random. I love to love. I love me. That's just me.
I’m no better than any other human, neither am I any lesser
human. I’m not one to think I’m high and
mighty. I’m just…myself. I’m a creation
of what is in my mind. I seek to find
and understand myself everyday but never finding me. That's just me.
I certainly have people that understand me even when I myself
still seek to find myself. I do have people with whom I connect with, with whom
I can have a great conversation with and so on. But I still have many, with
whom I struggle to develop bonds with. That's just me.
That's just me. Purposely or not, I have my comfort zones and
people I have in close proximity (or is it within my circle) as I keep finding
myself. To many people though, I am hard to understand, extremely hard to
define, perhaps hard to hate, hard to love; and extremely hard to please. That's just me.
One thing I'd say is that over the years, I've chosen my friends
and confidants carefully. Looking back, it could have been a conscious decision
I made. I needed to find happiness from within myself and no where else. In a
world where friends can stab you in the back or use your back to climb the many
life's ladders, to get to whatever heights they want to get to, it's wise to
sieve friends. That' just me.
I have learned that learning is an everyday process until the very
last breath of life. Yes until the very last breath of life. Even on the death
bed, there are valuable lessons one can pick up. So then if learning is an
everyday thing, how can I find myself? Well that's just me questioning myself.
That's just me.
I’m a strange person definitely.
Funny enough, I like to be different and that I am. I like to make my own opinions of things. I
like having my own personal view point and digesting everything from my own
perspective. Don't get me wrong, I learn a lot from other people, but a big
part of my everyday existence still remains finding myself. That's just
me.
Finding
myself has been a big part of my life's journey. I guess it stems from the fact
that I am a last born child and I grew up trying to be like all of my older
siblings but each had some unattractive behavioral traits I saw in them hence I
kept looking. In the end it became a big battle choosing who to be like. But,
do I really need to be like anybody else? How can I find me? I will keep
looking for me. That's just me.
Many
a time within myself, has been a raging debate in my mind. The answer I have
always arrived at has been to find myself, and not find in me, a part of my
siblings or any other person for that matter. I have ultimately always found
time to myself to think and enjoy moments of 'me' time. That is just me.
In
good times and in the worst times…I find some 'me' time. However, in trying to find my space as a
father and a husband, my 'me' time has become ever so limited. My time is for
other people, and the 'me' time is a waste of time. Time for some changes
within myself I guess. Well, that's just me.
I
remain a rather unique individual. An
extremely loving, tolerant individual. The other side of me is different. I am
an individual who cares not what people think about what I do. But how is that
possible not to care when I am not an island? I am a believer in individuality
and what a group of individuals can achieve as a united team. I am my own
individual. And I love it. I love me.
That's just me.
One word for you my friend: enigma
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