Who am I?
Just another random guy in the universe, or a multi-colored creature playing various roles in life's multiverse?
Mystery is where I've come from, mystery is what I will end in.
People relate to me with DNA, Mind & Heart, just like this world makes sense when you see it with Material, Intellect & Faith all in one part.
For some, I am a guide, for some expectations & a child.
For some, I am hope, while for others I am an acquaintance or a friend who helps them cope.
People see me through a hundred lenses, the physical and mental mirrors are the only things that show me my whole truth beyond the fences.
Am I just the universe's self-admiration medium, or do I have some higher purpose in this realm?
It is tough to believe that I am what I think I am because my understanding of myself keeps changing at every timespan.
It is ironic how the same words can be both a river & an ocean both.
On paper "Who am I?" can be answered by my material name, but it is in the realms of the mind where it becomes a real mind game.
Maybe "Who am I" doesn't matter as long as 'What I do" is in sync with the universe, because finding an answer to that question is like writing the last chapter of an inspiring book.
So, it is up to us to decide whether we want to be an inspiring story with an end,
or a never-ending book full of possibilities & open for interpretation, so that no matter what we do in our life, everyone can take away something good & inspiring from it?
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Wisdom of an Old Soul
Poetry"I bleed words through the scars of emotions, I take those and turn them into poetic notions" Whenever I go through emotional roller coasters, words are always there for my heart's rescue. I believe whatever I have expressed in my Poems and Thoughts...
