The Enigma

Every day, I grow, I metamorphosize. I have evolved into someone I don’t recognize anymore. I am definitely not who I used to be two years ago and I suspect that two years from now, I would be another stranger to myself. People have called me different names, enigmatic, mysterious, indescribable, just when I think I am getting a grasp of myself, I finally slip out of my own mind and like an amoeba, I take a different shape.

My mother used to think that I was the best thing that happened to the world, but I guess after some display of rebellion, she later had a change of mind. Although, I sometimes suspect that she still sees me as ‘golden’.

To a few people, I am a pain in the neck and to many others, I am the clown they always want to have around. Some people call me talkative while some people call me very quiet. Some said I am introvert, others said I am extrovert, someone even said I am an introverted talkative (I never heard of that before).

Now, I don’t know who I am, you don’t know who I am, my family doesn’t know who I am, no one knows who I am. If I were a course to be studied, then no one would ever pass me. If I were a puzzle to be solved, I would never be completed.

So, who am I? Well, I know one thing, I am what God has called me to be, I am the light of the world. You might not know it now but you will realize later because a city set on a hill cannot be hid.

Who am I? Don’t bother trying to find out. I am an ENIGMA, that’s what they call me.

1 comment

  1. An Enigma. I like this. I feel that every single day a new piece of me is unraveled.


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