Who Am I?

"Who Am I?," a phrase so easily spoken, yet so difficult to answer.
I am...
Tired, honest, a liar, a procrastinator, a son, a brother, a friend, a terrible speller, an artist, a musician, prideful, a good example, a bad example, a worship leader, hopeless, small, empowered, lukewarm, trying, struggling, empty, lost and found, a wretch, a child, alive, wise, foolish, a starving college student, forgiven, ignorant, easily distracted, critical, a hypocrite, a sinner...

I am human.

I wish I could be the first to admit that I am not perfect, but I honestly tend to wear a mask and not show my true feelings. When I was first told about this "assignment" I began to think of cool ways to answer this question. This was one of the ways. Honestly I wanted to show how cool of a guy I was, that I was a humble selfless Christian...ha. Don't get me wrong, I am striving for humility, and greatly respect those who are humble. As I started to write this entry I thought about changing it and taking a different approach. I realized this needed to be written, I am all of those things listed above; most of which I am not very proud of. Sometimes I get so tired of the act that this world is all a part of. It seems so fake. I remember sitting at starbucks a few years back, people watching (I also like to observe people, In a non-weird way). The fake laughs and the empty words coming from the table just outside the door. They say that the things you see in other people that annoy you are probably the things that annoy you about yourself (does that make sense?). I realized that I was a pretty fake person, not necessarily on purpose either, it crept into my life slowly. So I now admit and state the obvious, well more so recognize, that I am a work in progress.
Do you ever look back in life and remember when you were younger, and you thought you were king (or queen) of the world. You knew everything there was to know. I look back at those times and see that I had no idea. So now I have become comfortable and satisfied with knowing that I don't know everything, and that God knows best. It is such a simple statement, but even now after I recognize it, it is hard to digest or fully understand. I want to be a real person. I want to be known for things more than "that guy with the hair", "that funny kid", "the guy who plays guitar", "that guy from Hawaii". I want to be known for... no I don't want to be known for anything, I want my God to be known- through anything and everything I do.

THE BEGINNING.