Reflection

 ᴡʜᴏ ᴀᴍ ɪ

I find it difficult to say what or who exactly I am, or might become.

Deep down I am searching for something else, something more.

I have an aching sense that our time is short, shorter than we ever know, short as a morning run, and I want mine to be meaningful. And purposeful. And creative. And important. Above all…. different.

I want to leave a mark on the world.
I want to win.

I am crazed with loneliness, cut off from everything and everyone.

And yet, I am still aflame with curiosity about the world. I want to see, to explore. I have a deep human urge to create, to discover, to achieve, to change, to improve.

It is a deep, compulsive, almost primal drive that feels productively neurotic.

Why am I here? What is my purpose?

I waited.

Nothing.

Or else the silence was my answer.