I am a thinker. I’ve always believed there’s more to life than what we see or hear. I assign meaning to the falling leaf, the blooming flower. I feel the poetry and grace in the motion a mother makes when picking her child up from a cradle, or the expressions on couples’ faces when their hands find each other on a busy street.
I am a people-watcher, I want to know what makes a person tick. I find that anyone can be interesting, it only takes the ability to communicate interests that differentiates the fascinating man from the boring one.
I am a traveller, because the land makes the culture and the culture makes the individual. There are many lands, thus many unique cultures and people. I want to see them all, feel them all. My ideas become stale without the stimulation of new conversations, or new music to listen to, or new places to visit.
I am in flux. The more I learn, the more open-minded I become. I force myself to evolve, to think beyond what I was taught was right. Morality comes in shades of gray, and the whitest is the shade I make peace with.
I am labels. Feminist, Idealist, Atheist, Pacifist. By profession I am on my way to becoming a scientist, but also my humanitarian interests push me to be a writer and an activist. I am a dutiful and loving son to my parents, a reliable and fun side-kick to my brother, a loyal but quixotic joker to my friends, and a poor boyfriend but a great ex to my past loves.