I have been living my life for about 18 years now but I’m still asking myself with the same old question, who am I? I am not in a serious case of amnesia nor is suffering from Alzimere’s disease-just to be clear. Fortunately, I still have all memories stocked in the frontal lobe of my brain. I am much aware of my identity-as to my name, date of birth, place of birth and even the name of the midwife that helped my mother during my delivery, for they are all stated in my birth certificate. I have everything to know about myself, but why still ask the same question?

      How about if I will do some” introspection” to understand myself or far more be acquainted to who I really am, that would not be so hard. After all, I would just simply interview myself.

     Let us start with my childhood. I was a very shy kid. I had few friends; some of them were not even really true to me. My mother was the only one who I could really talk to without any hesitation. I feared to be away from my mother. There was even a time that I cried and ran after my mother when I saw her leaving after she accompanied me in my way to school. Maybe that explains why I am still a bit dependent to my parents as of today.

      It was only in high school that I finally found time to be with people other than my family. It was in high school when I started hanging out with my friends, to have more time outside our home. I even learned how to drink, well occasionally, as I was influenced by my peers. I started disobeying my parents. I was beginning to become a rebel, a problem to my parents. But eventually, I learned my lessons. Somehow those experiences helped me learned how to differentiate rights from wrongs. My mistakes helped to be matured

        Well, I am now in college. Things are different now. Gone is the foolishness in high school. This is no longer the time to be carefree. It is now the time to take life seriously. I am now foreseeing the life I will have after my study. It is hard to believe though that when I look myself in the mirror I can no longer see that shy child in me. I have grown. I have changed.

          It is all clear to me now. I have known myself now. I am someone who is determined to make all my dreams and aspirations real. I am someone who have already set a course in life and is willing to get there.

Who am i?

Who am I?
(Short story)
By: Bernard Bagorio

Last night I had a very peculiar dream. In that dream, I walked to this dark alley where the only source of light was an old flickering light post. Standing beneath the post was a man. Terrified by his presence, I started walking slowly away from him. I had already walked quite far when the man called my name. He seemed to know me. And as I look straight to him, it seemed that I also knew who he was. I just could not remember when and where I met him. I only felt that somehow I had already been acquainted with him. Though I feared him and my heart was pounding still my feet brought me close to him. There was really something in him. And as we were close with each other, I was deeply surprised when the man suddenly just held me with his arms – embracing me. It was very weird but I felt that the man was very delighted to see me. I wondered who he really was so I asked him, “Mister, do I know you?” He let go of his arms and with tears he said “I just see myself in you. How I was when I was of your age. How my life was. How time ran so fast for me.” I could not understand a word of what he said but I felt sympathy for him like as he was a part of my family, like he was related to me. He continued telling me his stories and I was oddly interested to listen. Very bizarre but his life story was very much alike with the life I am having. He told me how his life started to be miserable-how his mistakes turned his life around and how his grief ate his whole being, “l was selfish. I only cared for myself. I enjoyed the pleasures of this world for a time and suffered for the rest of my lifetime”. He also told me of how he cast aside his love ones- how he let go of them and how regretted it. He cried and then wiped his tears away, “I was of your age when it all started. Learn from me boy. Learn from my awful life.” He Cried again, turned his back, and walk slowly away from me. I was much affected by his story, so I yelled, “mister, who are you? What is your name?”He halted, turned his face to me and quietly said, “My name is Bernard.” He looked straight to my eyes and then disappeared.

It was indeed very odd. ‘Was it a premonition, to alarm me of my future life?’ or was it a reminder for me to deal my life seriously? ‘Truly, you will never know who you really are, unless you yourself tell it to you’…

Love = You + Me

Love = You + Me

It all came down to this simple equation:
Love =You + Me.
An absence of one will result to an inequality.

A relation that has no limit and the only that has approached infinity.

I tried to sketch it , I Set the coordinates

And in the Cartesian plane was a graph in shape of a heart

With YOU at its focus.

There was no asymptote between us,

We intersected,

We were symmetric and tangent to each other.

I further differentiated it .

Solved for its derivatives

And I ended up with a constant which is,again, YOU!

To check if it was true, I expanded the equation

And even used the Pascal triangle to have the coefficients.

And in my surprise the last terms were:
“ YOU + ME”!