Personal writing- 5th years. Who am I?
WHO AM I?
The canvas of my skin is a constellation of freckles; each blotch a kiss from the sun itself. Upon my face, sit two sunken emerald orbs that contain the depths of forests and well-kept secrets and curtaining them is a waterfall of bleached honey and chestnut that flows over mountainous shoulders. But all of this is somatic and I am more than just a simple projection for others to look at. I am sixteen chapters of an untold story, 170 centimeters of dreams, ambitions, insecurities and fears; a melting pot of romanticism and idealism. I am an intricate paradox: overwhelmed by the need to escape, overwhelmed by the desire to live.
Who am I?
I guess I'll begin with what I love, one of my favorite feelings in the world is feeling lost. Weather it's lost in thought, a book or wandering of the beaten track, there is no better feeling to me then the unpredictability of not knowing where I'm going. Growing up in such a busy city it still amazes me how in minutes you can have gone far enough that you can no longer hear the hustle and bustle of the city or see the multitudes of buildings that usually surrounds me. As a person this really resonates with me as I feel like my love of nature really has had a huge effect on the kind of person I am.
Who Am I ?
The answer to the question ‘Who am I?’ is not one that can be condensed into 150 words or less. It simply isn’t possible to compress your entire being into a quarter of an A4 page. I only have 50 words left to use and I’m not even halfway through this admittedly verbose introduction.
I think that in itself is an indication of who I am as a person. I do everything to the extreme, which can sometimes be my downfall when it comes to overexertion and excessive undertakings. I am a self-proclaimed perfectionist, but this opposes itself in its very purpose. It is as potent as an attribute as it is in contrast a debilitating hamartia in relation to aspects of life lacking structure, or with non-viable or unattainable objectives.
I think the majority of people perceive me as someone who is motivated, regimented and generally has their life on track. Introspectively, I couldn’t agree less.
However, bravado is insecurity’s mask, and while my own individual façade may not be in an attempt to overcompensate, it certainly pervades every facet of my life. Expectations can be a noose around the neck of creativity and self-expression, and having a pre-determined perception precede you can be daunting, especially when it is consistent, persistent and without respite.
I’m also abysmal at writing within word count constraints, as is pertinent when it comes to this piece…
Who am I?
I suppose I will begin with the things I enjoy doing. I love spending my spare time listening to music and watching my favourite tv shows on Netflix. My family is important to me and my sisters are like my best friends. My favourite season is Winter and my favourite time of year is Christmas. Another thing I love doing is spending time with my friends. We do nearly everything together whether it's shopping, sleepovers or going out. Overall, I would like to think I am a supportive and caring person and always want the best for my friends and family and try my hardest with everything I do even though I might not succeed.
Who am I?
The best way to describe myself is by telling a story. When I was in 5th class, I moved school. I attended this school for two years. Those two years were the worst years of my life. I was bullied, non-stop. I went home upset nearly every night and did nothing about it. Being bullied was horrible. In those two years I became quiet, lost all my confidence and dignity. There was one group of people, one organisation that I am still part of today that helped me get all my confidence back. There is a rank structure in this organisation and on the 8th of September 2017 I was promoted to the highest rank possible, a sergeant. This was a huge deal for me because to be a sergeant, you have to be confident, loud, enthusiastic and very helpful. I went home that night and cried of happiness because sergeant had been my goal since 5th class. I never thought I would get it, because I was so quiet and not confident. These past 6 years of my life have shaped who I am in good and bad ways. I still have trust issues and am afraid of what people think of me, however I am a lot more confident in other ways, and have learnt that if I put my mind to anything, I can achieve it.
The canvas of my skin is a constellation of freckles; each blotch a kiss from the sun itself. Upon my face, sit two sunken emerald orbs that contain the depths of forests and well-kept secrets and curtaining them is a waterfall of bleached honey and chestnut that flows over mountainous shoulders. But all of this is somatic and I am more than just a simple projection for others to look at. I am sixteen chapters of an untold story, 170 centimeters of dreams, ambitions, insecurities and fears; a melting pot of romanticism and idealism. I am an intricate paradox: overwhelmed by the need to escape, overwhelmed by the desire to live.
Who am I?
I guess I'll begin with what I love, one of my favorite feelings in the world is feeling lost. Weather it's lost in thought, a book or wandering of the beaten track, there is no better feeling to me then the unpredictability of not knowing where I'm going. Growing up in such a busy city it still amazes me how in minutes you can have gone far enough that you can no longer hear the hustle and bustle of the city or see the multitudes of buildings that usually surrounds me. As a person this really resonates with me as I feel like my love of nature really has had a huge effect on the kind of person I am.
Who Am I ?
The answer to the question ‘Who am I?’ is not one that can be condensed into 150 words or less. It simply isn’t possible to compress your entire being into a quarter of an A4 page. I only have 50 words left to use and I’m not even halfway through this admittedly verbose introduction.
I think that in itself is an indication of who I am as a person. I do everything to the extreme, which can sometimes be my downfall when it comes to overexertion and excessive undertakings. I am a self-proclaimed perfectionist, but this opposes itself in its very purpose. It is as potent as an attribute as it is in contrast a debilitating hamartia in relation to aspects of life lacking structure, or with non-viable or unattainable objectives.
I think the majority of people perceive me as someone who is motivated, regimented and generally has their life on track. Introspectively, I couldn’t agree less.
However, bravado is insecurity’s mask, and while my own individual façade may not be in an attempt to overcompensate, it certainly pervades every facet of my life. Expectations can be a noose around the neck of creativity and self-expression, and having a pre-determined perception precede you can be daunting, especially when it is consistent, persistent and without respite.
I’m also abysmal at writing within word count constraints, as is pertinent when it comes to this piece…
Who am I?
I suppose I will begin with the things I enjoy doing. I love spending my spare time listening to music and watching my favourite tv shows on Netflix. My family is important to me and my sisters are like my best friends. My favourite season is Winter and my favourite time of year is Christmas. Another thing I love doing is spending time with my friends. We do nearly everything together whether it's shopping, sleepovers or going out. Overall, I would like to think I am a supportive and caring person and always want the best for my friends and family and try my hardest with everything I do even though I might not succeed.
Who am I?
The best way to describe myself is by telling a story. When I was in 5th class, I moved school. I attended this school for two years. Those two years were the worst years of my life. I was bullied, non-stop. I went home upset nearly every night and did nothing about it. Being bullied was horrible. In those two years I became quiet, lost all my confidence and dignity. There was one group of people, one organisation that I am still part of today that helped me get all my confidence back. There is a rank structure in this organisation and on the 8th of September 2017 I was promoted to the highest rank possible, a sergeant. This was a huge deal for me because to be a sergeant, you have to be confident, loud, enthusiastic and very helpful. I went home that night and cried of happiness because sergeant had been my goal since 5th class. I never thought I would get it, because I was so quiet and not confident. These past 6 years of my life have shaped who I am in good and bad ways. I still have trust issues and am afraid of what people think of me, however I am a lot more confident in other ways, and have learnt that if I put my mind to anything, I can achieve it.