Around midnight, I lie comfortably on my bed, lazing around,
wondering if there’s someone who feels exactly the way I feel right now,
We all are humans with our individualistic qualities. We
know where we are now but do we really know WHO we are now? Who am I? A human,
a girl, a daughter, a sister, a friend, a lover, an advisor, a student? No.
These are just nouns. But do these dictionary nouns really define me? Does
simply being a human define my existence?
Am I just the obedient, lovable daughter of my parents? Am I
just the notorious little sister? Am I just a trustworthy friend with a
shoulder for people to cry on? Am I just the girl who can be loved by a gentle,
kind heart? Am I someone’s priority? Or am I the problem creator? Am I the
sweet girl with a kind heart or am I the angered woman with revenge in my
blood? Am I searching for someone or am I waiting to be searched by
someone? Surely, I am something much
more than all of this. Much better.
Who am I? I am confused. I am a dreamer. A wanderer. I am
lost. And I am trying to search myself. I am tangled in the quest of life. I am
tied with strings to people, relations, dreams and actions. Every string pulls
me towards a different direction, making me a puppet dancing to the tunes of
others voices, choices. And may be, amongst all these voices, I have somewhere
lost mine.