It's that time of the month again. This here is another one of my 'older' compositions, that I decided to write... well... jus' for the heck of it, really. I was bored one afternoon, committed fingers to keyboard, and jus' kept on writing... as to how well do I exactly know myself. This is one composition that'll never be final and finished, for one person can never really know himself fully, yes?
Who am I? Really?
Mariano Ramon P. Baccay III. Son of Mariano Jr. and Lydia, younger sibling of Ma. Racquel Jossette, Georgia Camille, Isabel, and Katrina Socorro, and older sibling of Marco Lorenzo. A resident of Cebu, Philippines for 24 years, and Hanoi, Vietnam for one.
An idealist. A person who’s too curious for his own good. A person who’s a nice guy, but knows when not to be one. A doubtful Catholic, for he questions for the perception of faith. He believes in heaven, hell, and purgatory. Loves the color blue, but could probably change next month. A slacker. A person who doesn’t like to pretend to be someone he’s not. Doesn’t care about rumors that circulate around him, for that’s all that they are – rumors. A person likes to write the strangest literary pieces, including this one. A person who doesn’t have a problem letting down his pride, for he does not believe in the concept of pride. A guy who fears death, not for the thought of death itself, but for leaving loved ones behind. A wannabe philosopher. Then again, a wannabe baller. A person who cares deeply for his friends, for he knows in himself that he has selected them wisely. Someone who lives life with a few guiding principles that he’s selected…carefully. One hell of dreamer…but was told that the best of dreams are always unattainable. A person who has many questions in the game of life, but doesn’t expect them answered. A person who believes strongly in his own beliefs. A person who’s been told that he looks like an asshole, but only because his eyebrows naturally slope downwards. A person who doesn’t like to leave things unfinished, in whatever form. A person who owes another person three thousand bucks. A person who believes in what is right, and will fight for it if necessary. A person who will fight for the right reasons. A person who likes to learn. A person who keeps the strangest of things for memory’s sake. A person who can type at fifty words per minute. A person who likes to laugh, and at the same time someone who is not ashamed to cry. A person who enjoys reading. An emotional person. A person who enjoys happiness for others. He thinks that the worst feeling/s in the world are helplessness and rejection. A person who likes to talk, but knows when to shut up as well. A person who used to weigh 190 pounds, and is still currently trying to shed off some pounds, in vain. A person who enjoys the right company, and abhors the wrong one. A person who cannot imagine taking another person’s life, for whatever reason. He never said he didn’t believe it torture, though. A person who likes to make others laugh, even by making fun of himself. A person who can deal with failure, for failure is a part of learning. A person who has a hard time finding motivation, but once he does, nothing gets in his way. A person who likes to sleep. Not sleep around – just sleep. A person who enjoys learning, and keeps learning. Not necessarily in the field of academics, though. A person who’s always looking for things, yet easily sated. He’s also practically given up on government and politics.
Holla.
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