To tell something most people don’t know about me, I have to know me more than most people.
I don’t know who I am.
Is it the one that I stage on my writings? Or, the one that some friends claim they know. Maybe, the one that my family remember.
I feel that I just act roles of “me” according to the situations, surroundings and people whom I am interacting. I hide behind a façade.
I have friends who affirm that they never act and that they are who they show they are. I envy their confidence.
By writing and making artworks, I think, I am trying to create who I am. My feeble attempt to acquire ideas of my identity in the broad picture of the world.
Do I write lies? No. Do I dramatize? Yes. Otherwise, it would be tedious. I am not that naive. That’s the secret I am revealing today.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “A Mystery Wrapped in an Enigma.”
“Tell us something most people probably don’t know about you.”