Periodically I question who I am- what makes me, me. Each time I come back with more knowledge about myself and insight into those around me. Different people see different things in me. Those who casually know me might see only the face that I present to the public- quirky, funny, intellectual, with a childlike charm. Yet there are a few who get past the witty banter and jaunty exterior. What they find is somebody who is passionate, sensual, loving, honest, with a range of quirks and insecurities. They number in the handful because I don't want people to know how deeply I feel and how vulnerable I can be.
People with passion and ambition fascinate me and individuals who are willfully ignorant, who refuse to exchange ideas, and who fail to learn from those around them earn my ire. I have a love for the creative regardless of the medium. For the most part my upbringing was relatively mundane as at heart I am a relative goody two shoes. Yet, I love individuals with histories and stories to tell. It adds texture to their character and the writer in me appreciates that beyond explanation.
Life is about intersections with other people. Individuals and characters who you may have only known in name at one point in life become good friends, confidantes, and even lovers years and even decades down the line. Relish the experiences you have with them. Live in the moment, savor the past, and look forward to the future.