how you define yourself? ( Archived) (49)

You are never at the meetings though....

Funny at times, Odd at Times, Difficult at times, Just me.

I don't believe I can be defined in simple terms except to say I'm just me.

Anna, it sounds like you have the "too" syndrome like me.

If I were to define myself in the third person it usually comes out like this...

Part 1

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Born to a man of a time long past and a woman of a more modern era, he was a child raised in two separate worlds of belief. Worlds united through love and compassion even in the face of how the rest of the world saw them. It was this fated beginning that was to shape his life as time passed, and though he did not know that until his thirteenth year, even up to that point did he ride up and down on each breath fate took.

Some may view his life as charmed while others see it as blessed, yet others view it as carelessly thrown away or un-cherished by him. Yet he lives it as he does, and makes no defense for it other then to say it has not done him wrong, because where he is now is so right.

Those who know of the day of his birth view it as a sign. The sign is usually seen in a bad light merely because the number thirteen has the misfortune of being labeled poorly when attached to a day, and even more so when attached to a Friday such as the day he was born. But for him, and many who know him the day has begun to gather a more positive light. In fact he still lays claim to it being the luckiest day of his life.

When you get to know him it begins to make you feel that perhaps it has gotten a bad judgment as well. 32 car accidents in which some have resulted in loss of life, and others have been very severe and yet does he come through each of them with nothing more then a bruise or a scratch. Falling from heights over 20 feet and landing on a head that was always to large for his body and yet only having a couple stitches to prove it happened at all. These kinds of things are just to numerous in his life too think that Friday the thirteenth has bad luck attached.

Yet does he live his life in the embrace of fate. He does not seek out fame nor does he hunt for treasure, instead he finds those things in what comes to him and he accepts them as they come. Treasures he has found in the eyes of a beggar, and the touch of the dying, fame he has found in the hearts of those who he remembers thanking him for some small thing he did, and life eternal has he found looking into the eyes of his children and recognizing himself there.

He has been given gifts beyond what he can measure them with according to how he describes what he has, and yet when seen by the eyes of some others he is seen as having nothing at all. He seeks no pity nor does he accept charity well, and even the thanks offered him or compliments given may seem to be rejected when they are given, but each is truly cherished because they are some of his greatest possessions.

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Gifts such as love that he describes in the seven people he has shared his life intimately with, or the three children he would easily lay down his life for. Gifts such as compassion from strangers and friends who have supported his choices in life even though they have seemed crazy at the time they were made. These and so many other things like, respect, gratitude, understanding, and even simple acknowledgement are what he considers treasures for all else can be easily found but these things are becoming more and more rare.

Even as he gets many of what are to him rare gifts, so too does he try his best to give them as often as he can. He shares them with the man who sits in the intersection at the turn light holding his sign by acknowledging he is there and remembering his name. He gives respect to those people who serve him in restaurants or other business by calling them by name or asking them for it if he does not know already. He tries simply to be the person he wants to meet and would most enjoy calling friend. Yet never does he expect anything in return for what he gives, because he knows that no matter where he is now, the next breath of fate can place him somewhere completely different.

He is after all just like all of us, he hopes for love, he wishes to not know sorrow, he laughs and he has fears, he is far from perfect and will be the first to tell you so, but he tries to do the best he can the best way he knows how. He makes mistakes and he has had success, and like many others he owns the mistakes he has made and often times gives the success to others, but still he loves the life he lives and finds a way to make every part of it special and cherished. no matter how the breath of fate has blown him he still holds faith that it is for a reason.

He has ridden the high breaths and the low breaths with them same expectation for each, that it is the place he is supposed to be. He lives on the breath of fate because he does not seek to be more then he is, nor does he accept settling for less then he can be. This is a little about a friend I have known.

Perhaps by my sharing a little about him others may see him a little differently. I have had the honor of knowing this un-named person for some time now so to him I say thank you for the past 26 years of allowing me to know you for who you are.

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That's about it really, I am all those I have met, I am my flaws, my strengths, my own understanding of all that I have done and desire to do at this stage in my life, I will become more of me as I do more, meet more people, and grow through the understandings that those things bring.

Sorry for the length of babble, just a topic I kind of enjoy, though I enjoy it much more as an observer, but it is only fair to give when you take. *smile*

Take care all,
me