To Whom It May Concern (Letter)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
Descibing yourself is harder than you think...

Submitted: May 18, 2010

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Submitted: May 18, 2010

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To Whom It May Concern
 
Most people would find describing themselves easy, but I do not. In fact, I find it rather difficult to describe myself honestly; without using words that are not entirely appropriate to who I am.
 
I am at a point in my life when I have begun to deeply question who I am and why I am. I have discovered the consequences of such questions through many tears, much frustration and no answers. I do not think that I know much about myself and who I am through other peoples’ eyes, but I do know how I see myself. I see myself as three pages bound together by some unknown force that not many people understand, including myself.
 
The first page is brightly coloured and eye catching, filled with rainbows, flowers and hearts. This part of me is amusing and humorous – full of laughter and smiles; happiness and joy. I am audacious, spontaneous and daring; but also rather clumsy at times when distracted – which is relatively often. I am kind, loving, caring and free. My friends describe me as a rather eccentric, vivacious character.
 
The next page is black and white; just like the keys of the piano that I love to play. I am serious and hard-working; somewhat sad and shy; thoughtful and reflective – like a mirror forming objects that have no meaning, presence or absence. I am easily frustrated when I cannot understand something.
 
The last page would be a bit of a disappointment to those who were expecting something exhilarating and remarkable. To me, though, it is deeply compelling. The page is grey. No light, no darkness. Just grey. A grey void of confusion and blurred edges between reality and the unimaginable, one could say to describe it. It is a page filled with tired weariness. So many people never question their grey part, the unknown. But, I do.
 
I question the grey, but have no answers. That is how I discovered who I am. The answers do not matter to me anymore, because one cannot live the answers and the point is to live everything. I have decided to live the questions now and then, I know that one day, without realizing it, I will live into the answer. That is all that matters.
 
I know what I want to become, because I know who I am now. I want to be an answer, because I am a question.


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