Who am I?

Who Am I?

That depends on who you ask and how much time you have. In short, I am who I am and will be who you want me to be. Don't judge me though because nobody is perfect. I know your not supposed to answer a question with a question; that's not what I'm doing. I am also not allowing you to fit me into a mold, narrowly defying my existence. Unfairly basing your definition of me on what you see or your understanding of what you think I do or don't believe in.

U see I can’t allow you to arrive at a summation defining my very being anymore than I can define myself. It's not that I don't have an answer to your question, or that I don't know "who I am".

I am William DeWayne Booker II.

Clynell's baby. Big DeWayne's carbon copy. Traci & Erika's little "Big" brother. Proud uncle of Tevin & Tyler. 1st cousin of Curtis, Tina, Wayne, Pat, Kim, Brian, Vina, Charles, Camara, and dozens more. The nephew of a couple dozen. Grandchild of Doris Ann, William Howard, Rosa & Ulysee. I am a Booker as well as a Parson, a Westbrook, and Jasper.

But of course that's not the answer you are looking for.

I am what I think. Therefore I manifest in the physical as the sum of my thoughts. I am a consequence of my actions, which come from the heart. My heart which is actually my brain. Forming my beliefs, my values, my morals. Forming my understanding for this inexplicable thing we call life.

I am alive. I am alive and living in the flesh physically and mentally sound. I am alive and live now without fear of death because finally I understand my immortality.

Without fear of death different than when in my younger days and during recent tribulations I believed and acted in a manner that would appear as though I walked with danger, seducing my demise, thinking with sound mind but choosing a course of action defiant of fear in the physical sense and often times narrowly escaping the inevitable.

My body will break down one day, subsequently being offered to the earth with a formal and somber last viewing of my body in the physical form. The difference between then and now is that before I was not afraid to die because I was afraid to live. This thing we call life was to confusing. Nothing made sense. But now it does.

I will never die for the reason that your read this. So long as this is published on a blog or website of mine or in print. Regardless if I have children or not. Who I am will live on forever.

Eternally existing so long as you read me and your understanding of my words which are a result of my thoughts. Thoughts that come from my heart which is actually my Brain. With all its complexities, transgressions, and metamorphosis.

But impossible to determine with any finality, so long as my Bizzie Brain dances on.