I Can Make Happiness

An ‘About Me’ section of my blog remains blank. I simply could not come up with anything that truly described what I am these days. Symbolically, it is no different than the vertical I-shaped cursor that blinks on a blank screen creating a sense of urgency to quickly insert words and description of some kind. Part of it has to do with how I have been forced to change my career goals every two years in the past decade due to circumstances outside my control. I am not experiencing a loss of identity, definitely not. However, it is merely an experience that is making me more authentic and self aware over time; consequently devoid of any worries about social tags. I learned the hard way and perhaps too early in life, that social labels fall off with changing times and social stressors. All that remains is who you are as a human being. When you keep building sand-castles as a young adult that keep on getting washed or kicked-off, one option is despair. However, if you love life, you quickly learn to find enthusiasm and solace in footprints that you can still carve with each new step.

In formal contexts I do have cities, affiliations, and age relevant tags attached to me that I express when asked to introduce myself. However, deep inside I do understand that aside from my parents, no particular group fully owns me as their own child right now. I think so in a matter-of-fact sort of way, not in a sad way. It is why after ten minutes of soul-searching, a self-description that sounded immune to any change was, “I was born in 1984 and I can make happiness.”