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Who I Am & Here For a Reason

People on a daily basis ask themselves who they are or who will they become. I cannot answer those questions for them because I am trying to figure out for myself the answers to those questions. I can only be myself. That may be a person who never hides who she is. She is also an artist and poet. She is a woman. She is a daughter. She is a sister. She is human. She is a friend. She is everything. Mostly, she is a very important person in this world. I want to dive right in with my first quote of this post. Brigitte Nicole says, “I am who I am. Not who you think I am. Not who you want me to be. I am me.” In other words, I am me and no one else. Being myself is very important and I am not someone who hides who she is unless it is for a really good reason. I think it also best to surround yourself with people who let you be that person. If you cannot be yourself then you are honestly surrounding yourself with the wrong people.

We are all here for some reason. We sometimes figure out the moment we are born into this world and most of the time it can take a while longer to figure out that reason. That brings me into my next quote by Osho. He says, “Each person comes into this world with a specific destiny–he has something to fulfill, some message has to be delivered, some work has to be completed. You are not here accidentally–you are here meaningfully. There is a purpose behind you. The whole intends to do something through you.” So in other words, there is a purpose for our existence in this world. Whether it is to provide some hope, wisdom, love, leadership, laughter, inspiration, etc., it does not matter what we do. We all have this idea of who we are supposed to become or who we think who we are supposed to become, but a lot of the time it is in our own heads. We listen to others and who they think we should become, but those ideals are wrong too. A part of becoming who we are meant to be is letting go of who we were, like who we were in our past life. That brings me to my next quote by Carrie Bradshaw from Sex In the City. She says, “Maybe you have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.” That quote right there ties my two themes in this post together perfectly.

I really wanted to post this on my birthday this year because why not?! I have always take the time to reflect on who I am and who I want to become. So I am strongly encouraging my readers to take this time to really reflect on who they are and who they want to become as well. I want to conclude this post with one final quote from Ramana Maharshi, who says, “The question ‘Who am I? is not really meant to get an answer, the question ‘Who am I?’ is meant to dissolve the questioner.” So in other words there is no true or wrong answer to the question “Who am I?”because it is only meant to

Who Will I Be?

Some say I came into the world with fire
In my veins and the truth in my heart.
If one stands close enough they can see
And feel the emotions, including desire
I wear on my sleeve every day. I start
From scratch because it is who I will be,

And become. They see that fire turns into
Water, something calm below the surface.
To them I am God because they think I have
That much power, but I am only like the blue
And calm sky. I am the raindrops they trace
With their silky fingertips and as they halve

Their love they are born with I am there as
A reminder to be gentle, yet free. Kind yet
Brave. Smart yet balanced. Happy yet elated.
Because I know the fire and I know the topaz
Flames. I know pain. I know the burnt cigarette
And I certainly know how much the world waited.

Your Reasons to Exist

You were made to be loved and to love
With all of your heart. Even as you are
Sinking all you have to do is look above
The dense clouds and see the North Star

Shining bright like a compass. You were
Given a reason to be born and walk with
The ground below your feet. The liqueur
Gives you courage and as the wordsmith

Inside of you emerges from the ashes it
Gives you the strength to live a life you
Dreamed about. You choose to either fit
In like the perfect puzzle piece or to do

What the world has never seen before;
Become the reason to walk back to shore.

Why I Write

I have been writing poetry for as long as I could remember. I date it back to middle school when we wrote poems for English class. It has stuck with me ever since then. I always credit my 8th grade English teacher, Mr. Rose, for encouraging me to keep writing. People must wonder why I write, especially poetry.

The answer is very complex, but it makes sense to people who are the closest to me and it obviously makes complete sense to one person…That person would be me. I do not write poetry just for the heck of it, although I write a lot when I have nothing else to do. I write it for myself. I write it because it helps me make sense of what I am feeling, especially deep down inside. For other people, it is like writing in a journal or listening to music. It is therapeutic and soothing.

As a person who is, for the most part shy, unless she is around people she really knows, it has always been an important part of my life… the writing of poetry. I know that I have a hard time expressing how I feel, especially out loud and writing poetry has helped me break out of that shell. Writing is the best way to say what I need to say without feeling bad about it. In fact, it feels rewarding and freeing, especially if I am dealing with a bad situation or if I am otherwise weighted down. I write regardless if I am happy, sad, angry, mad, frustrated, etc. It is my way of coping with everything. I always try to carry around a notepad and pencil just in case if I get any inspiration. I even write notes on my iPhone.

In this world, you do not necessarily have to be a poet or a writer. As David Carradine says “If you cannot be a poet, be the poem.” In other words, we can all be writers and poets, but it matters more what you write and the content because it shows we have something to say or at least that is how I interpret that quote. People can disagree with me all they want to. I am leaving it open to interpretation.

To be a poet/writer you have to be open, especially to criticism, the ability to have guts and being vulnerable. That is what makes your writing better and more honest. I feel like honesty is the best policy. You choose what you get to write about. Natalie Goldberg says “Write about what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open.” In conclusion, when you are writer and Natalie is saying this as well, you have to be fearless and be willing to anything/everything. So I strongly encourage all of my readers to write, draw or whatever it is that expresses who you are and what you have to say. I promise you that it will be worthwhile in the end. It gives you a chance to be yourself or you can be someone else like in theatre and acting. That is the reason why I like theatre as well. There are simply no rules and you can do it any way you want to. Here are two pieces just to show similarities and differences. Enjoy!!

Writing

I get so lost in the words that I write.

The rest of the world fades away as

The words spill out like ink on paper

And beautiful images begin forming.

I do not notice the daylight bleeding

Into the darkness. Everybody talks

Their solitude and this is mine.

The paper listens to me and my pen

Is waiting for my command.

Here, nobody tells me the rules

Or how to write or what to write.

I listen to what my head and my

Heart tell me. Every story comes

To life and it captivates me.

 

Spilled Words

Words spilling out on a blank piece

Of canvas and images tumbling

Out. The doubt will stop and cease

 

Just for a moment. Thoughts stumbling

And lagging behind are catching up to

Me. Things that were once crumbling

 

To the floor like ash are rising up to you,

The one who never truly understands

Unless you know me. My long-lasting blue

 

Sky is different than yours. The strands

Running through my fingertips would never

Make sense to you. Hang onto my hands

 

So you know what I feel, but forever

Feels like a long time ago. Catch onto my

Every word. It will take however

 

Long it needs to for you to get why I cry

And the reasons why I write. Everything

I create are my friends. They make me less shy.