Who am I?

Me. A name. I call myself. Who am I? It is the question of the ages. Everyone desires to know who they are, what they like, what they hate, why they do what they do, why they feel what they feel, but who truly knows the answers? Everyone is different. What makes us the way we are?

I think this question is hard to answer, partially because we are always changing, but also, because deep down, we are afraid of the truth. What if we aren't who we think we are, aren't who we want to be? So then, what defines us? It is our past that defines us! What happens to us one day, changes us for the next. What someone says to us, what we dream, what we see on TV, what we say to others, even what we ate for breakfast... it all plays a part. Nobody has the same experiences, therefore, nobody is the same.

Then, there is the fact that because everyone is different, everyone's perspectives are also different. I can answer who I see myself as, but that will not be how you, or my best friend, or my parents see me as. I tend to be critical of myself, while others might not be so harsh towards me, or themselves. All I can offer, to the reader, is my personal answer to the age long question: Who am I?

I am Ben. I am the class clown, the kings best joker. I climb the highest, so I fall the furthest, I am a misfit among misfits, the pedestal of men, I am the knight in shining armour, but the inside is rusty. I am the loner in the crowd, the wild lunatic at home, I am the playdough you mold, only I never get hard. I'm an elevator, always lifting, and yet always underfoot, I'm the back of the poster, the fish out of water. I'm sweet, I'm clever, I'm pleasant, and kind. I am the the burnt out candle, the wax with no wick. I am Ben.

Now, I ask you... what is your perspective?