Self actualisation

I am who I am and I won’t change. Living could be one hell of a journey. This journey I have travelled for far too long and sometimes quitting seems like the best option. I can’t quit, not now. Any who, who am I? What forms me? I adapt and in the process I seem to loose my originality. I was born an original; I don’t want to die as a copy. They say when we are born our hands are folded; people who are wise and can interpret say that symbolises a talent that the child has. If that is a case then where did my talent vanish to? I seem to be a statistic in this world, just another number. How did I become like so? These questions are just a tip of what I ask myself about myself. Every time I seem to ask a question I found neither answer nor a response. That’s a story of my life. I made my self to be what I am. There were no men to tell me the right path when they did try I believe I had already been there and got the t-shirt. My mind has been different from other kids and now I am becoming another common fellow. Once you are in the hole of being nothing but another statistic, it becomes hard to get out. I feel in me that I am slowly dying and my will to live fading. I have given up on life; things are just black and white. To those that know me or should I say think they knew me, if they had eyes and ears; they would know that I was hurting and dying. Tupac said ‘there most important thing is to keep yourself alive’. Doing that I have realise now that takes amazing strength, power and will. Word out!