Definition.
I am a work in progress. I always try. I know I fail. I know I succeed. I have this vision of the person I want to be. I am my harshest critic. I often find myself asking others what they think about a this or a that.  I have a lot of questions of myself and others around me. I don’t know why I think I deserve the answers to my questions—-but I want to know and I believe I deserve the answers.
I don’t know why people are afraid to give me truthful answers even if they are ugly ones. I try not to judge. I try to hold myself accountable. I have ugly thoughts too.Â
I like to share my thinking with my friends. I don’t understand people who are not into explaining their behaviors. I don’t understand those who do not self-reflect.Â
My motivations, I think, are genuine and pure. I really just want to understand things and how they work. How do I fit here? My thoughts are constantly flowing and changing. Why am I here? What is it am I really supposed to do? Who am I to be? How am I to get there? Where do I find all the answers to these questions? What am I to you? Why do you want pieces of my time? What is it I love about you? What is it you love about me?Â
Let’s discuss vices…………..
I want to live in this world and enjoy it. I believe that others forget to enjoy what is before them. They spend too much of this life thinking about living in the next one.
I don’t want the opinion of others to worry or define me. I hate strings attached to presents. I value freedom of expression and choice. I don’t like cruel words but I understand there are times we must use them. I try to be good and kind. I work hard because I feel I must and I enjoy it. I like the feel of an accomplishment. I love the feel of a well earned vacation even more. I try and bite my tongue and not talk ill of someone. I fail horribly. I don’t want to disappoint those I love and hold dear. I know, at times, I disappoint.
I have pride that comes from independent self-reflection. I have been told I have too much. I suppose, if we were living in caves, it would be more acceptable if a man’s pride overshadowed my own. I am looking around. I don’t see any more caves.Â
I am content with the phrase that one must have pride to rise above it. I want to ask that man why he can have more of it and I cannot.
I don’t get a response to my question.
I crave knowledge. I wish for wisdom. I want my beauty and humor to add to this world. I love laughter. I know it can be hard to do the right thing. I love and crave creativity.
I look to others for inspiration and hope when my thoughts get dark.Â
What kind of person am I meant to be?  I want to add light to other’s lives as well.
I don’t like racism or stereotypes. I find myself putting people into categories. I want to love like crazy.Â
I try to remember this simple fact: everyday when I awake, I am given another page.
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