Who you are

The question of Who you are sets you on a journey of finding yourself.

You’re you when you devour an entire pizza by yourself at home. You’re also you when you’re working your ass off at work trying to whip up the best presentation ever made.

It’s all you.

Who you are – it’s all of you

Do you think anyone knows who they really are? I don’t. I mean I may have a slight idea. Every day, however, I find a tiny fraction of undiscovered self. One that is not really big enough for me to stop, register and define myself using it going ‘oh so that’s me’.

Don’t force yourself to extremes thinking there is a set list of things to do to achieve a moment of sublime self-revelation. I doubt that exists. It’s a slow progress. It’s the slow lessons that sink in.

So when your asshole boss gives you a tight deadline you may find that you are a humongous stress ball barely capable of handling the pressure – but you met the deadline. Capable but emotionally turbulent. That was you with that one deadline. For your next tight project, you may be something else entirely. Who you are is who you are at that point in time. The lazy you and the ambitious you.

The reason why you can’t figure yourself out entirely is because you are continuously evolving and shaping yourself every single second.

Unless you have an innate desire to do certain things, don’t do it with the objective to find something else will be revealed by doing so.

Just live. Live while finding out bits and pieces while doing so.

 

Eh, Good enough.

I did horribly in my A levels and my response was just that – good enough. I knew I wasn’t going to get much from it and pulling that piece of paper out of the envelope on results day confirmed it. My eyes skimming the contents briefly and promptly sliding it back in, shrugging and hearing myself utter those words.

Right-click the phrase and scroll down to ‘synonyms’ and you’ll find the closest alternative term to be ‘shit’.

Getting ready, you have bed hair and this stubborn strand of hair is clicked up like a mini-horn. You use hair product to make it sit. It only bounces back stronger and faster than before; fuck it, good enough.

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Parsons Green terror attack

Parsons green inspired me to write about something I love talking about – politics. Just not on this blog. This blog is about something different entirely, more about life than the factors that govern it. I like the simplicity of it and I strongly compartmentalize when it comes to making these necessary distinctions to keep my posts about what they are. I am not interested in treading those muddy waters here. No discussion of policy, our state leaders or foreign affairs – just an observation.

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Sun Tzu “If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles”

Sun Tzu counters what half of us believe. The lie that we aren’t worthy on a very fundamental level. You’re incapable, you can’t measure up, you have never achieved. The other half, on the other hand, relishes every victory. It believes the smallest win to be a sign of coming world domination. That’s great man, it is, but while I enjoy bravado more than self-esteem issues, I do think that both blind to such extent that both ultimately cripple you.

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