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The Surgeon Niama Williams says 'We cannot move forward without knowing who we are. In the viscera. In the blood." So, in knowing who I am, I draw from my own meager life's experiences. I suck the blood from the veins of memories and the succulent morsels of my own past. Sanguine remembrances flow through vessels of how I describe 'me'. Where then to begin? Do I take the path of the analytical? See where my life has run off my desired path to success and glory? Do I pause looking over my shoulder in fear and loathing of the difficulties, and pains that follow me like some ghastly disease? Perhaps I turn outward, examining surface flesh well toned and wrinkle free describing my 'perfections' completely ignoring flaws and lines that define me different from anyone else alive. If I have something to contribute, surely others do. Perhaps I am not the wielder of a surgeon's tool to sculpt and offer cosmetic alterations to what's been life's experience. Perhaps I would be the X-ray tech, who looks deep into the inner workings and broken pieces of my most intricate foundations. Whatever I choose to be, however I choose to present who I am, I remain... myself. Complicated, simple, hungry, charitable, selfish and inexhaustibly thirsty for knowledge and more of life's experiences. ---<--{© Chantaclair Rose '99 |
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