This is my entry for the 
untalented contest.
Who am I?
If I said i am a writer, would the answer be a resounding yes or an unqualified answer in the negative?
Who am I?
I am just a a sick introvert with hyper active friends. I like to keep my demons to myself, and soliloquise when it reaches the height of depression. I guess that is why I have friends who are in almost cross roads with me.
I am taciturn. I say little to strangers, but a musical bird with family. I guess the exposure of my schooling profession as made me reach out more to people in the first instance.
Strong Points
I am an excellent judge of character and tend to understand people and who they are with just a few words of conversation.
I am not in anyway saying that I am a psychologist, neither do I have any degree in clinical psychology. I could just tell the nature of a person. Call it intuition, if you really want to find a name for my abilities.
I am a good talker but soft spoken.
I am very attracted to those who are humorously intellectual. I find pleasure in knowing more.
Joys
Writing found me at the height of my depressed state. It was the only world to pour out my pains, distaste, and hurt without being judged, without the false smiles of pleasing acquaintances and the soothing words of family. In it i found a state of understanding to the maze of my mind.
I find happiness in the joy of my mother. Maybe because she is the only parent left. Her sadness moves me to tears. I just don't let her know. She has too much to worry about than my soft spot for her moods.
My siblings are a reminder of my father's burden to me. I sometimes curse him for it, but I love those children with every bit of my blood. They still don't know.
Low points
The height of my sadness was when I lost my father. Not because he died, but because he didn't give it a fight before he left. My greatest fears is not to end up like him. I loved and respected him, but when life came hard on him, he found eternal rest. He is a motivation to my hard work.
Maybe I deserved rest from my fears and work, a friend once told me. My reply was; I think my father is doing a perfect job of that for me.
Bucket list
To find happiness in Paris and bond the love at Eiffel's tower. I wish to see Wrestle Mania live. I an a wrestling freak and wwe fan.
Weakness.
I have trust issues. The best I could do is giving a benefit of doubt.
And maybe I expect more from people. That is why I get disappointed when they don't meet up. I have no mentors, they do disappoint most. I just respect people for who they are and what they carry.
I know I will find satisfaction in comforting my family, but not happiness. Why because, when it is achieved, another circle of needs are to be satisfied.
I guess the best words to describe this is;
Happiness is only reserved for those who are not tirelessly work for a new vision in the future.
This is the best thing and most real statement I have heard this year.
I am just a young man with passion to satisfy needs, help the lowly placed and highly occupied, because I have had a feel of both sides of life.
However, my insistence of this particular story of who I am, has not in anyway flatten the many other story that formed the person I am today. I just needed to unearth this part, for it is what drives me.
