... Who Are You?

It’s like a trip from far away, moving deeper and faster into my imagination, running away … with me. Imagination … I once read that imagination is more important than knowledge. I also understood when someone told me that imagination … and not need is the mother of all inventions (so I guess need would be the grandmother). Purpose, is a big word to throw around when you’re out and about exploring the world. The past few days, and the past few hours just brought a big deal of happiness to my heart, and when am happy … I think … and since I think … therefore I exist …. And since I exist …. I will use the time and thought that I have to know … and when I finally know … I will finally realize … but even if I realize, am not sure I will understand, and here … I will IMAGINE the why’s and the how’s ... I will find my raison d’être and I will BE … that is … Purposely BE.

One day, the great German philosopher Schopenhauer went out for a walk, as he was walking aimlessly around the neighborhood deeply thinking of the questions and the matters that bothered him he ended up sitting in someone’s front yard, too afraid to confront that seemingly crazy man on his front yard the owner of the house calls the police. When the police officer approaches the philosopher he asks him: “Who are you?” the man looks the officer in the face and says “Son, if you can give me an answer to that question … I will be forever grateful”.
I am human; I am my own flesh and blood. I am what I do and what I don’t do. I am made of those accumulating mistakes. I am a smile and I am a tear, and was born when the two met. I am the food that I eat and I am the people that I love. I am my given name, and I drag my nicknames too. I am my age, even if I do not act like it or sound like it. I am my height but it is not my limit. I am what I study at school but I am not what the books say. And I am all that … but, that… is not enough.

I am the wind that sizzles the leaves on a spring morning. I am that thought that ran through my tireless mind day and night, I am what I hate and I am what I love. I am the trembling of a scared hand, and the rapid beating of a loving heart. I am a word that thrived to be brief but ended up being obscure. I am the light, I am the darkness, and my life is my journey from one to the other. I am the impossible, I am the uncalculated, and I am the unpredictable knock on the door when needed. I am that feeling that I can’t label or name, that very little unknown that effectively and smoothly takes me on a journey to chase the endless stretch of creation … I am whatever I believe I am. I am the logic that you follow but I am also the ungraspable. I am … my own imagination, and I am the knowledge that feeds it, and I will be … whatever we will be.

Perhaps I may not make perfect sense, but remember that “perfect”, “sense” and even “sensibility” are simply states of the mind.

“To be is to do” – Socrates

“To do is to be” – Sartre

Then, why not? :)