What is the story of a man; does it ever really begin; does it ever really end? Do we just fool ourselves into thinking this existence is real; is it simply what we make of it? Is this who i am? Who am i?
Two decades or so ago, i was born in Lansing, MI, some-what premature; born into a world that i couldn't comprehend - that i still have trouble comprehending. I moved, then moved again, then i moved again, then i moved again, then i moved again to find this place in northern Illinois that i now call home.
Here i have found love, and lost, and hope to regain it once again. Here i have found friendship, here i have learned life is a journey. Here i learned that the music of The One still flows in this earth, that all songs are one song and that i rejoice in that song. Here i learned that words are my swords, that with language i could shape and form my own existence. Here i learned i have something to live for, and that i perhaps give her something to live for. Here, i learned all that is, might not be, and all that isn't, could very well be.
As young as i am, my soul has grown beyond me; anyone who has known me, even from the days of The Park: Deep Thoughts Room, can attest to this. I have only grown, and somehow, tried, and perhaps succeeded, in finding the child in me that i left so far behind.
Presently, i am a scholar at the University of Illinois, Urbana-Champaign. I study biology, and soon will be a student of comparative lit. or something of that nature. I hope to improve my writing, to one day spend my hours letting my thoughts be formed as words, to live for what I love. I am also a writer for the Daily Illini, the school newspaper, and maybe someday, i will be more than just a lowly reporter. True to my love of the job, i must also admit that sometimes, as another reporter once said, "being a journalist sucks." Its something we all know, and live with, for the love of writing, for the love of being journalists.
There is not much else to me, and as time wears on, i shall add to this, add to who i am. Thank you for visiting my humble abode on the web, thank you for caring about who i am, about what, however little, i have brought to this world. Please, as you are now my friend, e-mail me, and let me know what you think, or just to say hello.
