I'd always thought, maybe even known, that I was extroverted by nature. I bath in the splendid drops of jubilation sprinkled in the form of jesting, I covet and hanker after the company of others when it gets too lonely and I always long to have a true friend I can confide in--without fear; without shame.

But that confidence in my outward personality has wavered over the months. I know that in me, there is an inner self cowering in the depths of my introversion and even I myself have not discovered him completely. It is like an enigma that resides within me, one that even the designer cannot decipher. It is a code that has outwitted its creator, a deformed shadow that corresponds not to science but its twisted nature.

Because while there are instances that I desire to be in the presence of others, the times when I would rather journey back home alone simply so that I may listen to my iPod can perhaps match up to that of the latter--sometimes even more.

I know we can't judge so quickly but a hasty generalization wouldn't hurt once in a while. I am still wedged between this dilemma--to decode who I actually am.

But I know I want to stay this way. To remain a secret not to myself, but to others. It is far too dangerous to have oneself revealed entirely, even to himself. It is always an adventure to pursue an eternal quest to which we would discover who we truly are.

All this shall pass, and one day we will be no more but ashes, for we came as dust and we shall leave as we once were.

Be it 'I' or 'E', it's still part of LIFE.