Would you ever care if I'll tell you that I'm the type of guy who never imagines himself joining pageants such as this? But I don't know why exactly I became part of the list... And yet, there should always be a reason behind everything. What matters in the end is what we have learned from the experience of getting out of our personal comfort zones... so that we may be free at last. This is the start and I know this is not the end of my journey to personal betterment. However, this does not mean that I'm willing to be exposed in these things further... I really don't know... I'm not closing doors for anything... Rest assured, I'll seize every day to discover my potentials and set them into actualities...
For all the persons who made this possible and to God who continuously affirms my being a person... THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
trapped under the spell of love... how can I ever go away?
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About Me
- The Heir Of The Overman
- I am a dreamer who does not exactly know what to dream of. Bounded by this confusing realm, I discovered that a little experience of today brings forth a vision of the next or of who I would want to be. It might sound a little awkward but even if I am on the twenty-first year of my existence, I still do not know how to make a straightforward answer to the silly childish question of what would I like to be when I grow up. I know that deep inside, I am a lonely man who only knows one thing and that presupposes a deep raging of war between happiness and sadness in my stupid and lonely heart. I know that I am very much a part of the entire history of things, that I am part of today but I do not want to be a corrosive part when today would already be referred to as yesterday, easily to be taken as something that would pass. I want to break free and spread my wings by making a difference. I am not a saint. I am just me, a weak and helpless being but still, there is much of me that should be given away, still much should be shared and I want to share it as long as I live. And only then I could tell myself what I really wanted, by making a difference.
And they look at me
... just like an ordinary traveller by the sidewalk of death
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