I was taking a spiritual course online and I was asked: Who or What Am I? Here is what I wrote in about 10 min. I wrote this 5 years ago. Therefore, my thoughts, feelings, and my grammar have improved and my explanations have changed as well. I find it interesting, reading my old writings and seeing how I have grown and improved.
Who or what am I? Is the question that has been raised? It does seem somewhat a simplistic question, yet; it has a ring to it. I for one hand consider myself, not human. I feel that I have powers, which an average person does not possess. If share this with the world, I feel that I would be ridiculed, or something. Therefore, I simply keep it to myself, or my writings. I feel that I posses powers, that are very powerful. I also, feel that I have not fully understood what the powers are. I sometimes feel like an Otherkin. I do not know if that is weird, or scary. Nevertheless, I mean it is just a feeling I have. It is a tough question. I have multiple answers. It depends. I mean at times I feel like a complex human being or just a complicated one and at times I feel somewhat useless. I do not know, it is a hard question to ask. It does bother me, because I do not know who I want to be, or if I know how I can tap into that complex part of my brain. I have multiple questions, about who I am. Sometimes I even feel like I have reached enlightenment, and sometimes I feel like I have not. I mean I am 19 years old, and at this age, I know quite a bit. Then I go out and see and experience things and I feel as if I have not experienced much. I have to think about that question a little more. I still believe that I am very complex and no one can touch me. I feel invisible. I mean maybe the way I feel, has to do something with my age; maybe it is the feeling of being invisible, and nothing being able to “touch” me. On the other hand, maybe I am just afraid of myself, maybe I am afraid of who I can be and not wanting to face reality. I do get flashbacks. Or have gotten them. I had a flashback where I was a little kid. Walking in the center of burning fire. I was about 7 years old. It was a weird feeling. I was walking on the ground; it felt hot. It lasted 15 seconds or so. I do not know. I need to think about it a little. But for now, this is who I think I am.
15 comments:
Wow, just noticed how many I's I have in my writing. This is amazing. I hope I am not becoming all dependent on me, me.. person!!!
It sounds sort of like the questionings a 19 yr old should have. At that age it is all about "I" and one minute confident and the next, unsure. I'm also sure how much change you must have noticed in yourself since then.
Aggie - Oh, yea! quite an array.. I can probably write a novel on that!:) Thanks for reading once again:)
Leon, all the best with the writing.
I can respect you seeking.
thekingpin68 - Thank you so much!:) I appreciate it.
Thanks for sharing this...it's so difficult to be honest. The way your writing self has been developing means including all of the I business...it's a beautiful process.
It reminded me an an experience...about 10 years ago, I participated in a firewalk...I walked three times over the hot coals...knowing that can be done made me realize that we can actually be more than we know or are aware of...in your case, it's a celebration to know early on that there is more you can be...and that in fact you are already more because of your awareness.
Thank you for sharing your writing and for coming over to Oasis Writing Link.
I hope you leave a comment every now and then. Love to you <3
I like your blog.I'm waiting for your new posts.
dyanna - Thank You! It will be out soon. I am finishing my 4th book, that should be out in less then a month too!:) Look out for that as well. Thanks!:)
Cynthia- You are to sweet! I will definitely check your writing and will continue checking in once in a while!:) THank you so much once again for the positive feedback.
You really area born writer..
chubskulit - Area born? What do you mean?
Woo, I sure hope your punctuation has improved.
Anyway, I really enjoyed the piece about riding your bike in the city. You took an arguably boring topic and romanticized the hell out of it. As an avid bike rider (I do not own a car nor do I care to), I really enjoyed the story.
When you ride a bike, you are more receptive to the simple pleasures of life. The experience does not end when you dismount your bicycle, it is carried on cherished.Enjoyed.
I wrote a persuasive essay concerning the benefits of riding a bicycle. Let me know what you think.
http://signintoacolorfuleye.blogspot.com/2009/02/benefits-of-riding-bicycle.html
Ah, the comment formatting sucks. Here is the address. Just hit backspace and stick them together.
http://signintoacolorfuleye.blogspot.com/2009/02/
benefits-of-riding-bicycle.html
Secretarmy.Secretpolice - THank You! IT has improved, but you are missing the actual message!:) So, if you are focusing on my grammar mistakes, you are missing the whole point of my writing or my content. :) THanks for visiting, hope you come back again. I will definitely read your writings and tell you my thoughts.
mate as i said i will read the stuff you have here :-) i like what i have read so far i have read this one and also the one whn you were on the bike and both i liked ,this one more then the one on the bike.
as about the question which we have when we are young i think they are the most important ones :-) and so you should always keep them with you coz in the end you will again ask this very important question who am i
Samvit.......
Samvit - You are truly, so right!:)
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