I don’t really know how to put myself into a little box under an obscure “About Me” section.
Perhaps if someone pointed a proverbial gun to my forehead, I’d be able to articulate myself more eloquently. So instead of trying to rewrite who I am, I’ve decided to footnote this section with bits and pieces throughout my blog so that you, the anonymous, can gauge my anonymity. Ironic isn’t it.
If you read my blog, you’d learn that…..
I live to travel:
I am constantly getting to know myself a little bit more each day especially when I leave my comfort zone where I am once again foreign to myself.I try to capture moments that capture me and I try to absorb everything like a dry sponge on a shore but moments are just simply moments. They are fleeting and I am reminded that it doesn’t matter where you have been because at the end of the day, it is not what you have seen but what you fail to see.
I struggle with my sense of belonging – geographically and emotionally:
Nostalgia, perforce, brings people together through its sentimentality and people, for the sake of nostalgia, distance becomes a core ingredient for a steadfast friendship.
I’m a hopeless sentimental romantic when it comes to the L word:
Memory has a funny way of tricking our hearts and minds. Sometimes she has that dimple and sometimes I forget to put it there. Sometimes I only see half her face. Sometimes just her smile. Past relationships usually culminate in selective amnesia. As much as we hate to admit it, we are the culprits who deny ourselves from closure and the truth. Sometimes it stares us needlepoint to the eyeball and we will still make excuses for people we love.
Some have difficulty remembering their ex’s voice or smell. Others (attn: Guerrilla daters) cannot place a name. I, unfortunately, remember a little of each of them – but am rather dyslexic when it comes to matching the fragments together. I was the child who would pound the jigsaw together until it fit. It didn’t matter if the cow was floating in the sky. I am incredibly tenacious like that.
I’m still struggling with adulthood:
As you age, the magic turns to manic. You are no longer blessed with the convenience of having pre-planned fun and opening wrapped gifts. You are now the giver, the planner, the spender, the decider, the dancer and the drunk.
I have a “I- Can Will -Save-You” hero complex:
Perhaps I feel too deeply and in my cavalier disregard to limitations, allow myself to immerse into the lives of others, so much so that they become ingrained in mine.
In Virginia Woolf I trust:
“I am perfectly serious in saying that nothing budges me from my determination to go on, or alters my pleasure; so whatever happens, though the surface may be agitated, the center is secure.”
My philosophy in life:
- Let go of your fear. Because if you don’t, you will never really die because you never really exist.
- Don’t be dismayed if you feel that you are not chasing your passion. Just because you are too overwhelmed by how much you want and find it difficult to discipline yourself to attain, doesn’t mean you don’t have ambition.
- Don’t let any person, company, law, historical/generic convention, or edict shame you from being who you really are.
- Choose the journey, not the destination.
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