Essay on self-definition
If I were you I would not lose time reading the following!
You have been WARNED!
Here we go!
This is one of those things that get people when they are unaware, or have been always under the cover of something or somebody. Or maybe it is not so, and resilience as reality has some actual, if restricted, existence.
It is like me to give an opinion without the least support! I do not know what resilience is... I cannot know since I was always possessed by it. Do you follow this zany thought?
|Blonde Elf (not Celt)|
Then I was a Celt between Celts, and that small time in life, gave me the distance to get a perspective about, again, resilience and reality. Fate fell down on my head and once more I was a Celt loose in the world.
A lot of time in the Asian South-East, taught me patience and acceptance, which can be balanced to resilience if you are not too demanding.
Then I went on being a Celt in South America, where I was taught to be a true Celt, without rejecting integration! Even risking being absorbed by the environment and disappear into an indistinct mass of ethnics residues.
So do not ask me what to be a Celt is.
Resilience and reality are two differently similar things around me since I have realised I was alive, so, how can I define or tell any story about me, or of a thing that is me, anyway!
|Elf (only a bit darker)|
This is "Celtic Music" by Ronan Hardiman.
© 2013 Od Liam.