A question I often ask myself, which sometimes frustrates me–who am I?
What do I want? What do I love? What can I do? What do I know?
What’s my favorite food, really? What’s my favorite pastime? What’s my biggest regret?
Who am I? I’ve been asking myself this since I learned to keep a journal and write stuff. It still frustrates me up to now.
Sometimes, I read astrology, personality quizzes and trendy blogs that tell me who I am or what kind of girl (or woman) I am. I chuckle because I feel that they’re right. They help me get to know myself. They help me sum up my characteristics into an organized essay. My person gets reduced into just a couple of paragraphs written–or rather dictated–by an anonymous third person.
Well, I am writing this now. I am hoping to write about myself better than other people. But it gets hard, too, you know?
Let me start by saying I am a frustrated writer. As I write, I ponder on how to deal with my obsessiveness, trying to make a long list of things that describe me. Because I can’t. It will always be jumbled up. Life is a chaos. And that’s what makes it interesting. I can be a lot of things, but I’m sure I’ll always find stuff that make me especially interesting.
I’ll keep writing.
Daybook by Rei 
Don’t bother ‘writing better’ than others, write what makes you ‘feel better’ and true instead.
PS: about those questions of yours, some are tough ones, we have a lifetime figuring them out 🙂
Good point. Thank you!