I think I was born in the wrong lifetime, under the wrong conditions, and raised in the wrong environment. I find myself struggling between two (maybe more) sides that all want different things, but in the end my mind just says "stop! Is this who you are? Have you gone too far? To yourself you are a liar, falling to your own desires." Yes, my mind rhymes when it talks to me.

So then life has now become a struggle to find who I really am. That's fine, I think everyone in this world seeks to know who they are and find their place in life. My problem is, if and when I do find myself, will those around me let me become what I am? Peer pressure and influence are powerful things, they mold us into who we are, though sometimes the choice wasn't ours.

That leads to the question of if life is just completely a facade, where we all just lie to ourselves and become something that we really aren't in order to appease the part of us that wants some sort of immediate satisfaction--why a smart child who aspired to become a great leader suddenly succumbs to the influences of gangsta life and drops out of school so he can chill until 5 am every night and not worry about obligations. Though it may be what he wants, is it truly what he is?

But I have not solved anything with my little entry. The dilemna is still present. If what I said makes sense to you, and you begin to question who you are, then once again, someone other then yourself has influenced your decisions.

So is the Irony of life.

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