The answer to the question "who are you?" has always eluded my wits.
I consider this a sort of reintroduction. In the course of this project, I have seen the inner you in you of people.
In a symposium I attended, one of the guest speakers stood for almost an hour while his profile was being read. I was wowed at how rich his bio was. In the bio section of some social platforms, except when specific qualifications are advised, mine always read-"I am a lot of things. And they are beautiful." Scratch that. I do not know what or who I am. Apart from the fact that I am a human being fraught with flaws and all the imperfections of humans, I do not know what else. I still grope in the darkness of that wood. Discovering new things everyday. I have been scathed by life's whip and carressed by consolations. In
In the much celebrated TV show "Game of Thrones" when Jon Snow was being introduced to Khaleesi, he was just described as Jon Snow. "And he is King in the North" followed much later after Jon looked disapprovingly at Davos who obviously, made a half-baked introduction and no match to the one given of Khaleesi as the unburnt, mother of dragons and blah blah blah.
But the addition "He is King in the North" did not make Jon snow more of him than he was. The crux of the matter is that no matter your profile or origin. Maybe you've been called a bastard, orphan and all the negatives, you have an inner you in you that needs discovery.
I have been confused most of my years on earth. I was going to be a priest. Yes Harry was going to be a priest. I spent six years in a seminary and after six years of what seemed like a hermitage I'm out. Pursuing a Law degree. Yet I do not feel like this is my life career. I have always done things I never imagined I could do and have not behaved in a particular way to become easily predicted.
"So Harry you dance well" fed my ears after a semi dance I put up at our call to bar dinner in school. And many more of such expressions of surprise embrace me anytime I put up a stunt I didn't even know I could do.
I cannot even claim that writing is my forte. I suck at it. So many unfinished, better put abandoned write-ups. No the ink did not run dry. The brain just stopped functioning and the ingenuity vacated my hollow brain.
And often times, I have seen myself smiling before a camera. I do not smile because everything is Ok with me. Neither do I smile because of the benefits of smiling which I enunciated here. I smile according to the promptings of my mood. I bet I frown as much as I smile. You just do not know because it is ugly. Hence no pictures while frowning. Do I call it a natural tendency to present the best of you and hide the ugliness? Lolz.
Therefore I present myself bare like a tabula rasa. Untalented. And open to your new ideas. Inscribe your knowledge of me on this clean slate.
Finally, I thank Surpassinggoggle for this uncommon contest. Uncommon because many contests target quality. Where everyone tries their mettle. This is beautiful anyway and makes one grow. I believe they achieve the same aim. You come untalentedly guess what, everyone wins.