The Soul Speaks

Who am i?

In this life we have learnt a million things. We've learnt ABC's and 123's. We've learnt how to solve math problems and write paragraphs, how to walk, talk and sit still. We've learnt that we must "act right" or "don't do that in public" but have we really learnt anything? Do we really know who we are? Do I know who I am? Yes I know my name but do I know me? I mean we've all been blank canvases to a dominant painter. A painter which blurs our decisions and paint it to its pleasure. Fixes our thoughts because we "shouldn't think that". Covers our actions to satisfy its own because "we shouldn't do that". Our vulnerability to its daunting venom depends on our ability to boycott society's definition of you. I mean am I me? The author of my own story? Or am I the me society wants me to be? A painter's misused canvas. Canvas filled with shattered dreams and society's picture of perfect with a million scars and insecurities.