Day after day people put on their exterior appearance, strap on their mask, and go about life
guarding their inner selves. But
Who are they really?
For me, discovering who I truly am has taken me years to unearth. Year after year, I constantly
grow, my experiences shaping who I am today. My inquisitive self fosters my thirst for
knowledge. Throughout life, learning is inevitable. So every day I embrace it, arms wide open.
Still, I am reserved by nature. A night curled up with a good book is a very
content night for me. I
Am not outgoing, and I accept that. How does that work while I’m a hopeless romantic? I couldn’t
tell you. No matter, romance is my life. Music, movies, books, it’s all so wonderful. Moments
of romance flirt and flutter in my mind all day for all of my days. I live each day in hopes of
seeing that spark of true romance, of unconditional love in the world around me.
I am who I am after all, a romantic until the end. And if that often means basking in the love
and romance, the small deeds that speak volumes, count me in. The perfect romance, is of
of course, the ultimate goal. Yes, it’s impossible, and yes, I’ll get depressed at each failure and
shortcoming. I just refuse to learn some lessons. In medical terms, they call me depressed and
bipolar, which are just layman’s terms for messed up in the head. I prefer to look at myself as
beautifully complex instead. Just like everyone can’t be described by a diagnosis or stereotype,
neither can I. Everyone is complex beyond measure in their own ways. Whether it be
compassion, inquisition, or a mixture of both I love to take the time to run the maze that is
an individual. I would love to get to know them, all their quirks and all their “flaws.”
Without knowledge of each person‘s lowest of lows and highest of highs, how can we say
we know them well? Strapping on their shoes isn’t easy. It takes a lot of time and effort. And
once we have them on it’s a marathon to get to know them, not a sprint. I’m more than happy
to run that marathon, to carry them so their feet can rest. To know who they are and why. Ask
questions, know the true them.
Filters hold us back from a truly right society. We aren’t cookie cutter pieces, so let’s not pretend to