We were asked to work on our who am I essays throughout the class while Malvika called us one by one to give feedback.
While ma’am check led others I worked a bit on mine. Once my turn came I spoke to ma’am about the changes I could make to improve my essay further. This gave a more clarity on what was expected.
Here is my first draft:
Who am I? Does that mean where I’m from? What I dream of? What I do? What I have done? What I may become one day? What I love? Who I fear? What I have gained and what I have lost? I am not defined by one thing, I am an combination of various aspects of my life and what my journey/ life has taught me. Now if I am being a 100% honest, I’ve been searching for answers for a long time now, to be completely sure of what I want from this life, what I stand for, why am I and Who am I?
I notice the smallest change in people’s voice, looks, manners. Most of the times I think it’s my fault, for something I said or did. My life is continuous overthinking. I don’t talk too much because most of the times I am afraid of people’s reaction to my words. I am better at helping others than myself.
Whenever something even slightly offensive is thrown my way, my heart aches and skips a beat. These tiny things mostly consisted of words strung together, often formed to convey jokes or meaningless banter or even small actions of disloyalty. I get angry very easily but I don’t show it that often. I try to stay clam on the outside and i try maybes to make others feel at peace, just like the waves but if I am mocked constantly I lose my mind. But after I while I feel ridiculous for getting upset. But some things, some words stay with me forever, no matter how much I try to forget it. At the same time they remind me of this wonderful gift that i have been given, it allows me to feel every emotion entirely. Being sensitive means that I love deeply and I get hurt easily. For the longest time,I was looking tone loved,the that changed when I needed to love myself and spread the love to everyone around me. People are like puzzles to me and really want to fix them with love.
On the other hand, I am an unplugged radish; the lush green leaves give away nothing of what is within. While I always want to understand people, I really express myself and others find it hard to understand the mysterious world that lies in my head and where I wander off when I have nothing else to do. But since I understand this aspect of me I don’t push my relations. I wait patiently for them to discern.
Answering the question “Who am I” is quite complex, because our lives are very wide, there are areas in our life that we have no I knowledge of. But I think who am I is what I choose to be. I know at this moment that there was and never will be exactly the same as me.
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