They say ‘write what you know’.
This is the void where I create and reshape and write things. This is where I become immortal and meaningless.
What am I? I contain multitudes. I am memories. I am experience. I am flesh and blood. I am a slowly decaying piece of meat hanging off some bones. I am a collection of cells I can’t see which are mostly made of nothing. I am unique. I am very similar to a lot of people, dead and alive and unborn. I am a copycat. I am an innovator. I am a mover and a thinker. I am a listener and a learner. I am a reader. I am a dancer. I am a teacher. I am a sister, daughter, niece, cousin, granddaughter, friend, acquaintance, stranger. I am a lover, but I can hate too. I am a collector. I am scared. I am brave. I am clever. I am kind. I am a loner. I am a team player. I am not a leader or a talker, but I would like to learn to be. I am a worrier. I am calm. I am angry. I am hurtful. I am a historian and a storyteller and an engineer. I am imaginative and boring. I am honest, and I am a liar. I am a perfectionist. I am tidy. I am organised. I am lazy. I am messy. I am grumpy. I am tired. I am hungry. I am self obsessed. I am good at looking after others. I am funny. I am considerate. I am needy. I am giving. I am greedy. I am compassionate. I am sorry. I am wrong. I am wonderful. I am foolish. I am naive. I am wise. I am hopeful. I am pragmatic. I am a realist and a dreamer. I am going to die one day, but I am going to do something wonderful first. I am good and bad. I am silly. I am all of this and more than this and I am almost nothing at all. Here, now, I am a creator.
It really doesn’t matter how I finish the sentence ‘I am…’ They are all truths at times and lies at times. And no one cares as much as I do. What is important is ‘I am.’ That sentence is complete, and I hope I make it meaningful.
And I hope you get something positive from it. Stay alive while you can, and remember to give energy and time to ensure others do too. It’s always worth it.