Who do you think I am?
A long time ago, I dreamed about the person I was going to be. I dreamed about being a good daughter, a great sister, a good friend. So, now, who do you think I am? You don’t know anything about me because being a good friend, being a good daughter … they are just labels that you stick on me. I am a person who lies and cheats, but also one who cares and loves. I am a different person everywhere. People only know my name and the person I am when I am with them.
I love my parents and my little brother. When I am alone or when I am with them I am a totally different person. When I am home alone with my little brother I am a careful sister. I help him cleaning his room. My parents like me, because I cuddle and help them. I am not perfect, but they’re okay with me.
I am also someone who needs her friends. I’ve got party friends and best friends. With my party friends I am a happy crazy girl. They always tell me I am a funny person. That’s different when I am with my best friends. For them I am someone who can listen to their problems. I am calm, but they know I am not perfect. They take me just the way I am. With them life can be bad, but also very beautiful. So you see, there is a lot of labelling going on.
I always think about a happy life. People want to see you do good, but never better than them. And when you are better they are going to judge you. But why should I care about what other people think of me. I am who I am and who I wanted to be. I don’t need anyone’s approval. You have to be yourself, because everyone else is already taken, according to Oscar Wilde. I think he’s right.
People laugh because I am different, but I laugh because they are all the same. Bob Marley once said: Who are you to judge the life I live? You don’t know me and I am not always the same person and I am not perfect and I don’t have to be! Before you start pointing fingers, make sure your hands are clean. This is my opinion too.
In the meantime, I keep on dreaming about the person I want to be. Who do you think I am? I am a thoughtful friend, a lovely daughter or a caring sister for some. For others I am a Muslim, a Catholic, a Moroccan, a Brazilian, a Belgian … just take your pick. The universe is not made of atoms, it’s made of tiny stories (Gordon-Levitt, 2011) and one of those tiny stories is mine.
Who is knocking at my door? Our Erasmus+ project 