Well..to write about ourself is something that we are never comfortable with. And in my first year of MA, this was exactly what my Buddhist Studies class started with.
First assignment: Who am I?
Being a poet at heart I submitted this:
Sometimes I drift away
crossing the time limits
following the rivers way
or climbing the higher summits
Happily with the birds I fly
or join the wolves while they cry
Sometimes I like to be the sun
sole and aloof from everyone
The moon is my best friend at times
for I like to be with the loved one’s of mine
Occasionally like a pond of water
I sit uninterested, whatever the matter
Sometimes I am the waterfall
spraying drops of happiness on one and all
I can be as gentle as the winter sun
or a bolt of lightning as the tempers run
Do not try to understand
for I am as unpredictable as I am told
Do not try to stretch your hand
for drifting clouds you cannot hold….
Well but this was not something the professor expected and of course I was asked to resubmit. So I searched the web, read a few books in search of who I am. But then suddenly I realised that the answer to this question would not be in any book or on any web site. It should lie within me.
I dislike saying,”I am trying to find myself” because my identity is not lost, it just needs more discovering. Luckily for me, what I do and what I want to be, helps me discover more about myself.
Every day my experience and knowledge increase, and I learn more about myself, another piece of the identity puzzle is revealed. Mostly, I like what is unearthed. I am not worried that I don’t know everything about myself. As I get older, I’ll figure it out.
Until then..the Kaleidoscope of my life will continue to surprise me! 🙂