I turned my playlist on a mix of Finneas, Billie Eilish, Camilla Cabello, Hozier, Niall Horan, Dean Lewis, and Harry Styles voices, closed-door and no studying is my favorite time. I am not writing with my favorite pen or in my favorite book because I believe in the magic of the words.
Today there was someone knocking on my door and as I opened it I found a big woman staring at me with tired eyes wearing a heavy jacket. She asked to get in and to call my mom for her. She talked a little bit with my mom, brothers, my sister and now it is my turn, My mom poured some tea for her and sat in front of us. She asked me " How much are you satisfied with your life out of ten?"
I went so deep in my thoughts, sighed with relief, and said " five." She continued asking questions and as she finished my mom asked me " Why five?". Truly, I did not find an answer, my mom's answer was seven. I tried to not think of my answer, they are numbers, after all, right?
So, how much are we satisfied with our lives out of ten?
It is okay dear, you can answer later. You can take some time to think of it. So, are you ready? because you are now going with me on a trip of my life and I wish you will enjoy, learn from it and then come here again and answer the question, deal? Let's go, captain.
When I was born my parents were given a paper full of my name, gender, creed, age, ethnicity, address, and my parents' names. In the bottom. There was a written sentence in bold, red that warned:
" PLEASE DON'T LOSE THE PAPER"
Those red words have taken their role in messing up my life. Four years later, I started to read and write simple things like my name and age. One day while my mom was preparing papers for traveling, she took the paper and put it on the bed. I said my name and she said correct, I wondered and I asked: " Mom what do the red words mean?"
-She answered " It says not to lose the paper because it is an important one"
- "Why is it important?"
- " Because the things are written there define who you are and your identity"
"Who am I?" seriously, " I am the... the...the.." I figured out that day I couldn't find the correct answer and it turned out that is a difficult question. IDENTITY is big and difficult to define. And that was the first step in my journey to discover who I am.