I am who I am, to quote something translated from something 'god' may have said. Did I choose it or was I made this way? Is it fixed as destiny or something I can change at any time? Is it the only course I could have taken, or am I falling through a tumbling maze?
Who cares? Maybe a philosopher, even me sometimes, but it doesn't change this fact: I am who I am. I am the goddess of my world; either through fate or choice, I am shaping it to be what I want it to be. Fighting what I do not want in my world, and nurturing the things I do want.
I define who I am, people may think otherwise, but their thoughts do not shape me. I am who I am. I may choose to adopt their perceptions to shape who I am, I may see them as such good things I adopt them without thinking. Similarly, I am worth more than those who would denigrate and deny me, their thoughts do not define and shape me, and only do when I choose to let them.
I am not content, or happy, or confident, or strong, but I am me. I am who I am, who I know I am. Sometimes I am eloquent and am who I say I am, other times I'm not, and I am not who I say I am.
Maybe this goes without saying. Maybe it's something that doesn't make sense. Maybe it's something logically cyclical, but it is the way I hold onto myself when the world calls me what I'm not or treats me as worthless. When my perceptions show me the world hates me, I turn around and tell the world “so what? I am who I am, I am not going to be what you want me to be, just because you hate me. I'm not going to bow or break under the pressure of it all, because you can not hit me hard enough. When I forget this, you win. You can push me and pull me. You can make me hide. You can make me run. You can make me hate myself.”
I am who I am. My name is Lil*** ***** ******!
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