Three Words.

You know what surprises me? The question asking you to sum yourself up in three words. Three words. From thousands of words, you are to sum up your entire personality in terms of three adjectives. Three adjectives that describe your thoughts, your feelings, your actions, your past, your present and your future. How absurd is that? How do you even answer a question like that? A question that is as open as the universe. I look at myself in the mirror and see so many faces absorbed in one.

I love writing. It's my passion and my escape and my reality and my fantasy. I write to discover. I write to understand. I write to empathize. I write to find peace. I write to create. I write to know myself. I wouldn't say that I can't live without writing but I will say that my soul would die without it.

Do I believe in the soul? That's another facet of me. My beliefs. I am willing to take a leap of faith here. I believe that there is such a thing as soul. There is something that dies within us when we die. Something beyond the activity of our heart. How could there not be? But then the term soul could just be a misnomer for something else. I don't know what. And that brings about another side of me.

I don't know. I don't know things and I am usually okay with saying so. This might be why people who pretend to know everything frustrate me. Because no one can possibly know everything. And the people who pretend otherwise are only deluding themselves. What is so wrong with admitting that you don't know something? Why is the person looked down upon for not knowing something? Now mind you, when I defend those who admit they don't know something, I am not defending ignorance. There is a very fine line between the two and must be acknowledged. And this brings about the side of my that is always wanting to understand things.

I want to know how things work, how people work, how our minds work-metaphorically and physically. Life is limitless. It's no Calculus problem, although my Math teacher would beg to differ. But it is a curious thing to ponder on. How can one even function normally while being unaware of the magnitude of what we don't know? And yet we do. Because the here and now precedes in priorities. And so it should.

You probably don't expect an eighteen year old to talk about mysteries of life over the latest episode of The Vampire Diaries and perhaps you're right in doing so. I do love The Vampire Diaries. And I also love Philosophy. I have a profound respect for books and artists. Science blows my mind away. Music incites a craving in me only to be fulfilled by Mozart or perhaps Beethoven. I secretly want to be a badass agent for something like CIA or maybe go on a hunt for horcuxes. Do something that would change the world someday, you know? And then I think of myself in terms of our universe. It makes me realize how small I am. It is then that I am reminded of my existence as a very small probability and of the fact that the world I live in is infinitesimal in comparison to what's out there. And here I am marveling at my inability to define myself in three words.

Which again brings me back to my question, how do you define such a huge spectrum of oneself in mere three adjectives? Do you begin to invent adjectives that cover the dominant side of yourself? Isn't that unfair, though, to the side that is there but not in the limelight? But is there even such a thing as injustice to oneself? I would apologize for digressing because I tend to do that a lot but then again, isn't that the point of this writing? I just wrote a little over 600 words about myself and I still can't decide on three words. Perhaps I'm a philosophical-teenager-who-wants-to-make-a-difference-in-the-world-while-watching-cheesy-tv-shows-and-listening-to-classical-music-who-also-loves-to-write.

But that's not an adjective.