"Who are you? Who am I?" that's the only question that boggles my mind right now. I am doing a reflection paper on PSY 1, and the major, yet simple question presented right at my face was: Who am I?
Pretty tough, huh? Maybe I am the only one whose having a hard time figuring out my own personality. Honestly, I don't know myself that well (who does anyway?!). The only thing definite about me is that I really have a passion for writing. I guess that's just basically it. I don't know what I like in terms of hobbies, food, etc. Needless to say, I don't know how to describe myself as a being. In other words, I even doubt who I really am.
And when you get bombarded with such a question, the only savior I could go to are my experiences; the things that I did in my life. When a person has no absolute alternative for such a "personality crisis," people have said that the best way to learn about yourself, except for yourself of course, is what made you become of who you are now.
But then, I still don't have an idea on what I would write in my reflection paper. Having no television to give light on, and no radio to at least free my mind of all these worries, I've got no other choice but to sit here and stare at the damp grass of the Freedom Park.
The droplets of rain continue to touch the soft, vast grass.
I continue to ponder on myself and my life. Then, it always left me clueless at the end. And the more I think of it, well... The more I realize that I haven't done that much about my life.
So, I thought, what if I die tomorrow? The whole world wouldn't know about it unlike what happened at the late Rico Yan's funeral. After a few years had passed, would anyone still visit me at my grave? Or will I just forever be condemned to an afterlife of being covered by tall grasses of the cemetery? Well, who would know anyway.
Now, that was a great concept.
It stopped raining.
originally written: 18 November 2003
date published in blog: 14 August 2004
journaly entry in ENG 2
Pretty tough, huh? Maybe I am the only one whose having a hard time figuring out my own personality. Honestly, I don't know myself that well (who does anyway?!). The only thing definite about me is that I really have a passion for writing. I guess that's just basically it. I don't know what I like in terms of hobbies, food, etc. Needless to say, I don't know how to describe myself as a being. In other words, I even doubt who I really am.
And when you get bombarded with such a question, the only savior I could go to are my experiences; the things that I did in my life. When a person has no absolute alternative for such a "personality crisis," people have said that the best way to learn about yourself, except for yourself of course, is what made you become of who you are now.
But then, I still don't have an idea on what I would write in my reflection paper. Having no television to give light on, and no radio to at least free my mind of all these worries, I've got no other choice but to sit here and stare at the damp grass of the Freedom Park.
The droplets of rain continue to touch the soft, vast grass.
I continue to ponder on myself and my life. Then, it always left me clueless at the end. And the more I think of it, well... The more I realize that I haven't done that much about my life.
So, I thought, what if I die tomorrow? The whole world wouldn't know about it unlike what happened at the late Rico Yan's funeral. After a few years had passed, would anyone still visit me at my grave? Or will I just forever be condemned to an afterlife of being covered by tall grasses of the cemetery? Well, who would know anyway.
Now, that was a great concept.
It stopped raining.
originally written: 18 November 2003
date published in blog: 14 August 2004
journaly entry in ENG 2
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