An important assignment has lately been playing on my mind. Universal birth registration. A piece of paper that tells me and the world who I am, gives me my identity.
My parents being the good citizens that they are have registered my date, place, circumstances of birth and that parchment very dutifully mentions the names of these two wonderful people who brought me into this world.
Then how come I still don't know who I am, where I belong or what i deserve!
I have before me an ocean of choices. But I am hopelessly and it seems to me irrevocably and irredeemably lost. I envy those times when you just had a couple of options to choose from. As frustrations on the job are guaranteed anyways I'd rather get it done with sooner!
The guillotine has to chop my head off. Why delay? (What a happy thought!)
So let me back back to those nagging questions.
Who am I? Where am I headed?
4 comments:
Well sometimes I wonder if that really matters cos after creating your own identity , even if you figure out who you are , for the rest of the world your just a name on a piece of paper.
well.....im not much of a filosefer an i rilli dun care where im headed cuz.....like a shell on the waves....the waves are goona take the shell to shore SUMTIME! so i dun really care...an bout hu i am.....i have a name an im recognized by my frnds and other ppl so it dusnt bother me!!!
well harini u r one of the lucky few who are lucky enough to be content with life. i like ur attitude!
we are who we are. there ends the thought process.
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