Who am I?
Who am I?
We can be so very many and at times unable to answer that simple question. Who we are often depends on the view of the person asking. You are a child to one but a parent to another. You are the student but yet the teacher. You could be the foe or the ally. Satan or Saviour, Panacea or Poisin.
We are the culmination of all that has gone before. Each day adds another layer. Are we all that different from the old ones, the trees? We have our roots and we stretch to the sky, We are what you see on the outside but inside , we are the many layers that hold our strengths, our weakness, that bear the scars of years gone and wear the pride of new growth. Ever changing but somehow the same. You are not the person you were yesterday and not yet the one you will be tomorrow. To answer who are you can only be a brief snapshot of an everchanging moment in time.
I have been called many things. I am merely another voice in the world....
We can be so very many and at times unable to answer that simple question. Who we are often depends on the view of the person asking. You are a child to one but a parent to another. You are the student but yet the teacher. You could be the foe or the ally. Satan or Saviour, Panacea or Poisin.
We are the culmination of all that has gone before. Each day adds another layer. Are we all that different from the old ones, the trees? We have our roots and we stretch to the sky, We are what you see on the outside but inside , we are the many layers that hold our strengths, our weakness, that bear the scars of years gone and wear the pride of new growth. Ever changing but somehow the same. You are not the person you were yesterday and not yet the one you will be tomorrow. To answer who are you can only be a brief snapshot of an everchanging moment in time.
I have been called many things. I am merely another voice in the world....
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