preview

Why I Am A Friend

Better Essays

When I was younger, my mother used to preach that me I could be anybody that I wanted to be, but I guess some place between being fifteen and needing to fit in, I decided I didn’t want to be anything at all, or, even better, I chose I wanted to be anything the people around me wanted me to be. And somewhere along the way I lost what it meant to be me completely. I looked in the mirror, but I no longer knew who was staring back. I should admit, for quite a while I enjoyed the ominous way I could smile as if everything was okay, the way people looked at me and expressed how much they loved me. Until I realized that the me that they love isn’t the real me, but simply the mask I put on everyday. I was becoming what I pretended it be, caught in the brain of someone I never wanted to know. I believe, that the loneliest feeling on the planet is not the act of being distant from everyone else, it is the act of losing yourself in a hoard of people, of changing yourself for the general population, and the apprehension of failing to know your actual self. Sylvia Plath once expressed, “Why can’t I try on different lives, like dresses, to see which fits best and is more becoming.” and for a very long time, I firmly held that belief. However, the problem I’ve found with the statement is that, everyone lives is completely unique to them and the life that fits one person the best isn’t going to fit me because it’s not mine to fit in the first place. In other words, I discovered that I was

Get Access