Who Am I?

Whenever I try and answer this question, at some point, I see that anything I utter doesn't really answer the question and I am always left with the emptiness trying to engulf me in. now, how am I to answer it? Should I answer it with my name? With reference to my family? Or with regard to the status I have among my friends? The more I look into this question, the more strange I seem. Maybe this is the only question life always toss at us.

I have always heard people, especially my father, saying that there is nothing as such called as good human or bad human, neither the best nor the worst. It really doesn't matter in what ways you define it but what really does matter is the way you look into yourself, the thoughts and notions you have about yourself and the fact that you accept yourself (your own self).

Until now, I have learnt how to listen to that hidden, little voice of mine. It always lead me and I keep following it.

And as of now it has led me here, Sherubtse and I know it’s the place where I could be best nurtured and I am being nurtured in order to face the unfolded truth of my life ahead. As of now I am being trained to become one of the future journalist and I am doing all I could to strive for the best. I don’t know what life has planned for me ahead but I am preparing myself to become one of those journalist who makes things go their own way and bring changes.

With every passing day my experience and my knowledge about the world increases, and I learn keep learning more and more about myself. But I never worry that I still don’t know much about myself because as I get older, I am sure that I will figure it out, somehow.