Who are we?
In my experience, we are not what others think of us as, and most importantly in many instants, they are dead wrong to assume who we are. We are not what we look at or the moods we are in when we interact with second-third or fourth parties. We are neither the reserved or impolite fools lurking in the dark. We are just not too enthusiastic about the ordinary tidings of the people who are busy in their all too colorful busy life. And with more soul-searching are we truly who we think ourselves to be? The memories of the past; the pleasurable and the painful, all shape us to be the person who we are now, through the actions we so naturally accomplish without fore-thought. Perhaps, the identity we are given from birth and that which we have accepted as given truth if we take a moment to reflect does it truly does justice to what we feel ourselves as to be? How wrong can we be to assume and not be always sure of who we are? For some, we are brother, father, sister, lover, teacher, s