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Sunday, April 4, 2010
What is my perspective?
I have always thought of myself as a rather blank slate. I long ago decided who I was going to be and then went for that. The cost of this is that I lost touch with who I was inside, who I was at heart. Or at least I thought I had so lost touch.
As I grew up and began to acknowledge other's individuality, I started to wonder who exactly I was inside. What was my individuality?
I looked inside and saw nothing. If you stripped away who I tried to be, there was almost nothing left to call my own.
I thus led my life being an imitation of myself. Never outwardly changing, but always wondering who I really was. In a time where society places such a high emphasis on individuality and being true to oneself, I didn't even know who I was to be true to.
To my eye, I looked like a blank slate. A void-filled frame. I was blind to myself. I merely thought I was a boring person.
This was not really an issue until recently. I have been trying to write music lyrics. The problem that arises therefore, is that you can't write lyrics about a boring life; who cares? I hence been trying to "find myself" so I can write about a real human experience.
What I have been trying to come to terms with now is that my experience is who I am. I am the sum of my emotions and passions. The product of my choices, and the being who makes those choices. At the very least, in knowing myself, I should be able to predict my future choices.
What is my perspective?
As I grew up and began to acknowledge other's individuality, I started to wonder who exactly I was inside. What was my individuality?
I looked inside and saw nothing. If you stripped away who I tried to be, there was almost nothing left to call my own.
I thus led my life being an imitation of myself. Never outwardly changing, but always wondering who I really was. In a time where society places such a high emphasis on individuality and being true to oneself, I didn't even know who I was to be true to.
To my eye, I looked like a blank slate. A void-filled frame. I was blind to myself. I merely thought I was a boring person.
This was not really an issue until recently. I have been trying to write music lyrics. The problem that arises therefore, is that you can't write lyrics about a boring life; who cares? I hence been trying to "find myself" so I can write about a real human experience.
What I have been trying to come to terms with now is that my experience is who I am. I am the sum of my emotions and passions. The product of my choices, and the being who makes those choices. At the very least, in knowing myself, I should be able to predict my future choices.
What is my perspective?
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