imagination

Day 2,839, 03:50 Published in Pakistan Poland by undha kanoon

I sat in a luke warm chair with mildly cold breeze brushing my forearm raising the hair on my hands, thinking whom shall I be? Shall I be me who my family members know to be? Or am I more true to the person who is out in the world?
To answer the above question I need to know for who I am….
Lets explore:
1. Gender (no influence what so ever on the behaviour of an individual)
2. Age (relevant to a certain extent {to set an impression or not, another words am I satisfied in my own skin or not}
3. Surroundings {yes, it helps; surroundings shape a person, not knowingly we see world through others eyes and judge them rather than judges oneself by their behaviour towards us. Judging is strong word, though we all judge then we perceive as to what shall be done and then analyze the consequence and outcome before taking any action or reaction.
4. Circumstance: true, true, let’s explore the story of D; funny, happy go lucky D was cursing in his life when due to financial crisis the behaviour of D changed and happy D turned into DD (depressed D).

While all this is rushing through my mind, I observed that all I can see is a lawn chair on which I am and that is it, everything else is white with a hint of orange spread across the horizon in reference to my chair. I still felt the wind through the back of my neck, and my hand was getting a bit heavy, I looked down and saw a neat glass of molten lava.
Going back to the question while sipping lava I thought to myself, how lucky I am that I can think like this while at the same time think of her and how she reminds me of so much myself at that age, arrogant, self-righteous, determined and know-it-all; that being said, honest, loving, caring and willful of what she thinks is right with the limited knowledge she has. If I go forward in time will I not see her as I am today, in comparison to future me who is more likely to be my own father? The way he acts, talks, reacts, a little needy of fatherly love, but then we all need love of some kind.