angela

Angela. My name, my identity. Just because all my memories are filed away under Angela, Angie or Ang, do the small title tabs really hold significance? Do they hold meaning and truth? Is my name the first clue to strangers as to who I am? I was named neither for a relative or a specific purpose. When my parents were asked as to why they decided on Angela they didnt have a reason. No historical relevance or importance. Just because they didnt feel it necessary to look into the name, doesnt mean there is no meaning behind it. A name is no longer just a title, we call someone, but it is someone. We associate everything about a person with their name. Is it appropriate then to associate the meaning of a name with its owner? Angela- heavenly messenger; happy, modest, inspiring. All words that define my name. Do I fit the qualifications? Do I meet the benchmark? Sure those three words, happy, modest, and inspiring, are all great things. I hope people do see me in those ways, but is that all I am? Am I only the result of a random name? When everything else is stripped away in my life, do I hold true to the named printed on my birth certificate. Were those qualities not earned though hardships and a melange of learned lessons. Are they not the result of the journey of a young girl? A journey that holds so much more then the three simple words that define my name.