It has been said that "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players." So it seems fit to say that each of us has a part to play and that throughout our lives, we shape that part into our own personal character. No two characters exactly alike, but each based on a pattern that the play in which we live shapes for us.
How then is it that I have played every part? It seems as if I have in my comparatively short years played each role as if each were but a passing dream only to take up a new role in the morning. I've been the anchor that gives hope, the conscience that advises, the light that helps others find themselves, the mirror that allows others to see their true beauty, the easy-goer that seeks only to live, the seeker of thrills that lives life with no sense of consequences, the philosopher that seeks an answer for everything, the funny one that makes light of grave situations, the rebel that seeks to break away, the conformer that tries follow everything......and even with all these parts in my repertoire, one question looms unanswered in my mind:
Who am I?
The anchor tells me I am a rock that will not be moved, the philosopher tells me that I am the one who will find the answers, the rebel tells me I am the one that will enjoy life to its fullest, the light tells me that I am someone who will always be focused on others... It is as if my whole life has been one huge production, a play of epic proportions in which I am forced to play the parts that suit the scenes I find myself in, but I fear that when it is over, I will not be able to point to one in particular and say "You see that one, that character...that's what I'm really like, that's me."
At one moment, I find something that I can put my finger on, but then the scene changes and I'm something else entirely. It's as if my life is surrounded by fun-house mirrors contorting me one way and then another to the point where I wouldn't know my true reflection if I saw it.
Who am I?
