I am a person who loves to hold the pen. Reading is my hobby and writing is my passion. My best friend is time for time is my life. I am a perfectionist though I know that nobody could hit the life of being perfect. I love to be loved and always happy to be appreciated. I am a person of thoughts but don’t know the word “expression”. I am a person trying hard to build a nice ego but don’t know the how’s.
I am a person. A human being created by Him. I am a daughter—a child pampered and raised by an unconditional love of my parents. I am a sister—a member of a family at home. I am a teen—seeking sense of belongingness from her peers. I am an individual—part and parcel of today’s population.
I am a social being. I am a friend—a person you can count on. I am a foe—to those who don’t gave me a chance to show myself then hate me instead. I am a stranger—one who’s seeking for new acquaintances in this strange world. I am a student. I am a diplomat—love to deal with ideal conversations. I am a singer who always wanted to sing melodies of life. I am a dancer who, even though doesn’t possess a soft body for movement, still striving hard to maintain posture. I am a writer. I am a poet. I am an adventurer. I am an actress—playing a unique and significant in a stage which we call Life.
I am strong and yet I am weak. I laugh and I weep. I am numb and yet I am sensitive. I am courageous. I am a coward. I am beautiful and ugly. I am happy and sad. I am humble. I am proud. I am industrious and lazy. I am good. I am also bad. I am an angel and yet I am a devil. I am intelligent but oftentimes, I am dull. I am courteous but I am not polite. I am kind, sometimes I am not. I have a good sense of humor but sometimes I feel that I don’t have. I am patient and impatient. I am introvert and an extrovert. I am kind-hearted though oftentimes I get selfish. I am obedient though I love to break the rules. I am rich and also a penniless. I am a princess and yet a nanny. I am fast and slow. I am thin and obese. I am an optimist. I am a pessimist. I am everything…
I hate promises but I love to swear. I hate confessions. I love my friends but I hate some of them. I hate liars. I fear the kinds… I hate people who make me wait. I hate plastics. I hate to fail. I hate to lose. I hate to take risks. I hate expectations. I hate sufferings. I hate to love. I hate insensitive people. I hate explaining myself. I hate pleasing others. I hate those things. But I love this thing called LIFE.
I am a person of my own little world living my life guided by my own set of rules and principles.
I am an individual in a crowd wanting to stand out and put herself on top. I am a dreamer. I am a daughter. I am a friend. I am a lover of life. I am me. I am you. And I am anybody else around.
I stumble and fall and yet I am someone who will do everything to lift herself up.
I am a loser. I am a failure. And in my own point of view, I am still a winner—a champion of my own life. I loved and have been loved. I died and have caused somebody’s death. I am happy and have caused someone’s happiness. I have been broken and also someone has been broken because of me. And sometime in my life I became a reason for someone’s existence. I am a cause. I am an effect. I am all these things.
I am everything. I am someone in your imagination. I am perfect though I am not. I am everything and yet I am nothing. But still I exist. I urge to exist…to taste the flavor of life…to feel and dive in the ocean of complex emotions…to build my own life and experience all the good and the bad. And maybe… just maybe… to be a part of this existing population and leave an excellent and remarkable difference..
I am all these things. I am me. But in reality…
I am nothing at all.