Few years ago I met a Man who doesn't know who he is so he pretended to be someone. It made him his definition. It made him his identity.
He was once a Jock who had all the girls screaming under his paradigm. He was the Jock who shed his girlfriends every week like a piece of clothing waiting to be undressed. He fooled the world that the Jock in him was his identity. But he was wrong. He was not a Jock. It was not his definition. It was not his identity.
He was once a Nerd who seats quietly at one corner of the room reading his textbooks. He was the Nerd whom everyone believes to put his nose in his books, out of the social light. A weirdo who put the boundaries of socialism to mediocre himself. But he was not a Nerd. He barely touch his books and notes. It was not his definition. It was not his Identity.
He was once the Badass Perv who disrespects girls for the sake of sexual explicit. He built a culprit noises from the quiet alms of the real him. But it was not his definition. It was not his identity.
He was once the Comedian who gives sarcasm beyond expression. He doesn't take things seriously and bound to ridicule others. But he has his respect. It was not his definition. It was not his Identity.
He was once the Scheming Devil who built a world of lies and secrets beyond expectation. But it was not all him. It was not his definition. It was not his Identity
He was the Man without an Identity. Lost in the world finding himself the reason for his actions. He was finding himself but he was lost will all the mistaken definition. The mistaken Identity.
I will look forward till the day that I will meet this man again and I know that he will be someone who found himself. His definition. His Identity.
