After much reflection, I have to agree that words do no justice to a true description of ones self, or anything for that matter. I could tell you what the sunset over the mountains looks like, and you would say it sounds nice. Or you could see it first hand and have your breath taken away. I could tell you how the morning smells in the woods after a night of rain, and how the sun filters through the mist and leaves, and you would think it pleasant. Or you could smell it yourself and wish never to step foot in the city again. My point being, I could tell you all the things I can think of about myself, and you might think me to be an interesting person, a subject worthy of your time to study, but would you really know who I am? No. Even after years of knowing me, you might not really ever know who I am. What I am deep down, very few people have ever seen. They know who they are, and I love them for it. What it boils down to, is that a person can't truly be described, they have to be experienced. I can tell you what I'm interested in, what I like to do, but does that tell you who I really am? I don't think it does. Like I said, there are those of you who know me, and those who don't. If you do, I thank you for it, and if you don't, enjoy the show. All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts. Which part shall I play for you?
