Sunday, August 21, 2011
Being Who You AЯe
It is a funny thing. Who you are. How amazing that everyone is so unique. The billions of variables of your life that make up you. The countless events, major and minor, that create the tapestry of your life. I say variables. In truth there are no such things. Your DNA can predetermine what you look like, and sometimes how you are treated. Observers will over and underestimate you based simply on the certain genetic markers that wove into a strand of You. It's beautiful how intricate and complex it all is. And scientists say it happens by chance? Evolution of mankind... How exceedingly arrogant. Take twins. Identical Twins. Siamese. The closest thing you have to being identical to someone else. Yet, did one break their leg trying that one trick on the skateboard? Did the other also make the game winning shot? Events and choices that we as an individual make, and none other can do that. Not at that moment in time. These are what define who we are. We cannot change that.
I cannot change who I am. Whenever I fail, and countless times that I have, I typically wish that I could. I believe it is inherent in our nature to feel less than able. We feel inferior, because we are. "All have sinned, and fallen short..." There is no way we can change that. I digress, and I must confess. I am not as great as I claim. I know I am not. Yet I ask, why should I wallow in self-pity and depression when I can just turn it around? "Mind over matter." Right? Am I a perfect person? Don't answer that! You might be more honest than I'd like. I just do what I can. That is all anyone can do. In fact, I probably don't do my best. It's a character flaw.
I am an artist. Simply put, I like to create art. I did not say that I am good, mind you. I only see the mistakes and the fact that it rarely if ever turns out the way I want it to. As with most artists I try to express myself through my art. I draw and I write and I make and I do. All to show Who I Я. Be... Am... Whatever. I don't even know why I feel the need. It is just this crazy retarded "DUR! I AM SHOW MEH AЯT TO PEOPUL" If any of you are offended by the use of the term. I mean that I feel like my brains growth has been retarded in the sense that it never fully developed. This is where you cock your head to the side and say "Ah... That explains it. Bless his heart." You can't change You. You can only change how you are perceived. Whether it is your self or others that are doing the perceiving. God helps too, of course.
That said, my bro is the most awesomest dude in the Dude's History of Radical Dudes! seriously, the man is... I'll explain in my next post.
Till next time
I JK, awesomeness guaranteed
Question of the Post: What is your favorite thing about yourself?
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