You ask me the question who am I? Well I guess I should start with my name. I go by Parajax or Jax, But truly my name in essence is just a series of letters, Surely that won’t be met with acclaim, nor with approval by most. So what does my name represent? Simply a name is nothing....
So what is it that makes up my being? When I breathe, when I live each moment of life, what is it that people see?
I'll assume that first and foremost they see my outside: my height, my hair style and color, my eyes and the tone of my skin. But once again can physical appearance really define who I am? Can someone take a single glance and dismiss just like that? Some will, others won't.
So truly I can be judged by my deeds, my actions. My opinion and views...........obviously it's within, deep within that makes up who I am? Somehow someone can perform a series of studies and tests and be able to determine who I am? Surely it's that simple?
Well to be honest. Who I am, is who I strive to be, right? Because truly the adventure is more important than the destination?......but what if who I am is free from description, free from destination, unable to be contained by any kind of analytical ID, unfathomable other than in simple observation.
But see, that question implies there is a plausible answer. The more one seeks out to answer who one is, they more fragile they find there dreams. The question has long faded and I simply live as me.
