Declaration of Identity

I am not…

I am not a diamond, pressured into a glassy gleam. I am not polished, shined or buffed. Decorative is not the way to go. Plain is hot. I am not cured ham, that salty brine (although I love a good slice). I am not all that glitters, yet I am still gold.

This life…

This life demands individuality. It demands greatness. It demands color, fervor, THE BOLD. You are not worthy if you don’t try to stand out. But how can you be seen when everyone flashes their lights and honks their horns? In such a world, you go blind or turn deaf or maybe both. The wave of originality becomes ordinary. One more glimmer in the crowd of glimmery waves. In such a world now full of unicorns, why hasn’t the horse garnered renewed affection? Do we desire the horse to have a horn, too? Is it not enough to be itself? Must it be like you?

People…

People and things demand everything else from you but you. They want you to be loud, to confess every secret, to yell out to the world: “THIS is Me, THIS is what I am and I want all of you to know.” But do they need to know? No. Not everyone needs to know, nor does everyone want everyone else to know everything about them. Not everyone wants to shout, to scream or scramble for their seal of approval for authenticity and audacity. Sometimes all they want is to be noticed with a friendly wave and smile. That is all I really need, really. Simple and pure, like honey and unsweetened tea.

M&M...

Modesty and moderation are my way of life. Moderation is balance. Moderation is the key to a good life, at least for me. I live for peace and tranquility. Humility and humanity are a pair I couldn't live without. A seesaw can’t be a seesaw without the balance in the middle. A scale cannot measure weight without its fulcrum. You see what I mean?

No socials…

I don’t care much for socialization outside of the close-knit circle. I don't care much for loud concerts, although I don’t mind going to them. Yes, I am an introvert, more so than others as I’ve been told. I’ve also been told to be quite quiet or invisible. For the most part, I’m glad to be told such characteristics. I’m comfortable with myself, yet that makes people feel uncomfortable looking at me. Why is that? I live my life; you should live yours. I’m not hurting anyone. I respect your way of life, now go off and respect mine.

Leave me to my quiet ways, to my oh-so-secret secrecy. I wear the invisible cloak of personality. I wave to you as you go on your way, to your own version of glory.

“Be real”…

I live authentically every day. I don’t make an effort to be myself to anybody. I just be, I guess. If anything, by not garnering attention or recognition, I am able to live my life completely. My faults, my dreams, my accomplishments and failures are my own. The moment of writing this entry is my authentic moment. This is the time that the outside world has been waiting for but will never get. This quiet expression is the time to be most honest, to be truthful. I am saying everything, while not really saying anything specifically about myself. And that’s exactly how it will continue to be...

... So keep your horns, your flashing lights. Keep your parties, your drunken nights. I will stay here in this world-- my little corner. Untouched. Unbothered. Unprocessed. Unknown.

This. This moment, this is what I am.

I truly feel at home; I am home.