Me. Who am I? What am I? What am I doing? When I am here? Why am I here? How do I even get here? Those are very tough questions. How am I to get all the answers? How am I to get all the answers right? Do right answers matter? Who is to judge me with all my answers to those questions?

I’m a daughter or a son to my parents. I’m a mother or a father to my kids. I’m an employee to my employer. I’m a teacher to my students. I’m a student to my teacher.

Am I happy of whom I am? Am I happy of what I am? Am I happy of where I am? Am I happy of why I am happy? Who is to tell me whether I am happy or not? Who is to judge my feelings? Guess what? IT’S ME!

It’s all about me! If I’m not happy of who I am… if I’m not happy of what I am… if I’m not happy of where I am… It’s me that makes the feeling unhappy. What am I to do about it? Who is at fault? Who is to be blamed? Anyone or anybody wish to volunteer to be blamed by me? NO ONE! Then, I am to be blamed for myself.

I have to change. I have to see my potentials. I have to change all the sad stories to happy stories. Quest stories. I want to make my own stories to tell. I want to tell my happy ending stories. I want to make the change. I want to change. I want to change my perceptions. I want to change my attitudes. I want to do the right thing… for ME.

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