I am

I amI am what I watch on YouTube.  I am what movies I see, I am what news I select out of the whole internet amalgam, and I am what articles I read online. I am what I do in my free time, I am my TV Shows and my cat videos. I am my commercials, I am my reality shows and I am my comic sites. I am my 9gag.  I am the books I read, I am the music I listen to.

Do I waste my time, or do I continuously enlarge my knowledge and my personality?

I am what I post on Facebook, I am what I tweet. I am what I post on my blog.  I am what I think, I am my opinions, I am what I say, I am what I want to become. I am how much I want to share, I am whether I want to be heard, whether I want to make a difference and whether I want to bring something new and original to the world. I am what I create, I am what I give back, I am what I add to other people’s lives.

I am my desktop background, I am my phone wallpaper and my photo gallery. I am what pictures I take. I am what is important to me, I am what I choose to see every day : motivational messages, great words from great thinkers, inspirational images, passionate views or useless, empty voids? (pleonasm used on purpose).

I am my distractions.

I am the amount of make-up I wear, I am the clothes I put on, I am the colors I use. I am how I wear my hair. I am how much I shop. I am my education, I am my profession, I am my CV and I am my job. I am what I do, but I am not how much money I make.

I am what I think is important.

I am how much I take care of my health. I am the amount of time I sleep, I am how much I exercise and I am what food I eat. I am what I drink, I am what alcohol and how much of it I consume. I am how much chocolate I eat, and how many coffees per day I have. I am how many spoons of sugar I have in my tea, and I am the pastries I like most.

I am where I live. I am how many plush toys I have, I am what I keep stashed in my drawers and what I throw out. I am what I value, and I am what I think is worthless.  I am my memories.

I am what I know, I am where I have been, and I am where I want to go. I am how much I traveled, I am my experiences, I am how many times I came up to a stranger and just started a conversation. I am how many times I got lost in a new city, or in a familiar one. I am how many times I was kind and helpful, and I am how many times I received that kindness in return. I am the people I have met, and I am the people who remember me dearly.

I am what I say, I am how I say it and I am how much I talk in general.

I am how many times I am nice, how many times I say hello and have a nice day. I am how many times I smile, I am how many times I brighten up someone’s day. I am how much I laugh. I am what friends I have, I am the people that I surround myself with. I am how I treat my parents, my elders and acquaintances.  I am how I treat my enemies, I am how I treat those who make me feel uncomfortable. I am what people see in me, I am what others remember me as, I am what others think of me –  because even if that is not what defines me, to them, I am that. I am what is said about me.

I am my decisions, and I am how fast I make them. I am how many times I say NO, and I am how many times I say YES. And I am what I say those two simple words to.

I am how I act when I am sad, I am my lack of confidence and I am my pessimism. I am my vices. I am my weaknesses. I am my demotivation and my lack of energy. I am how many times I cry, I am how many times I give up. But also, I am how many times I get back up and continue. I am how many times I get out of my comfort zone, I am how many challenges I accept.

I am what I am good at, I am what I am bad at. I am what I like and what I dislike.

I am my lists, I am my planning.

I am my strengths.

I am my passion, I am my motivation, I am my will power.

I am my dreams. I am what I love, and what I commit to.

I am my originality and my creativity. I am my drive. I am my energy.

I am the life I choose to live.

These are just some of the things that I am. And what I am today, I will not be tomorrow. Or the day after that.

What about you? What are you?

Thought of You – Ryan Woodward

And there you have it.

An attempt to move from the traditional art works into the realm of individual interpretation –  and with great success. In the above, one can see the escape of a man from his dream, into the real world… It is a happy ending for the man, who managed to let go of his surreal wishes, and was able to “wake up” and move on. She was never real, she was in his dreams, and he had to go. He had to live his life.

Or, one can see a chimera, always there but not quite, disappearing when needed the most, slick and not trustworthy….. When he tries to hold on to her, she disappears, when he looks for her she re-appears, but only to be gone again.

Or, one can see an impossible love, an inside battle where she finally decides to come into his world, but when she does, he no longer wants here there…..

I loved the moment when she shows her wings, and feathers are starting to fall…  she is becoming real, he is managing to pull her to his side, color her in his own crayons. And then he is gone.