At the End of the Day All We Have...

Is "Who We Are" Ryan Calhoun



I heard this song on the t.v. the other day and it struck me hard. It was so beautiful and the lyrics represented so much about my struggles in life with my identity and my goals. It's pretty clear. After all the strenuous hardships and the uplifting joys, "at the end of the day all we have is who we are..."

What are we? Am I the person who sits engulfed at the computer writing in effluence about my lame struggles with life in suburbia? Am I the artist who turns the images and sounds of the world into a molded and crafted masterpiece? Am I the influential leader who eloquently persuades the public to make change in the environment and initiates social betterment? Am I the selfish criminal who fights desperately for his individual avarice?

I did a lot today. I went to my exercise for an hour with my wonderful friend. We chatted. Then I jaunted over to martial arts which lasted an hour and a half and learned more than usual by turning my typical movements into artful and precise techniques. I went home. Felt exhausted. Showered. Ate. Drew my copy of an Utamaro. Turned in my job app and was shooed away. Ate again. Continued my drawing of the hallway and got an impressive score on my copy. Returned home. Watched Make it or Break it. Got my AP Scores: All 5's. Screamed in amazement. Chatted on Facebook. I did a lot today compared to my usual self. And it felt great. It's amazing how so much happens on such random days. July 6th. What a fascinating day.

But "at the end of the day all we have is who we are." Whatever that may be or imply. We are ourselves. And just being alive makes us special. Being human makes us unique. And when we are okay with who we are, we are content.