Biting wind howled through the canyon, coupled with a cold shower of rain. It was the first rain of a thousand years.
And with it, brought a new beginning.

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“Who am I?”
A question I had asked myself countless times over, but had never expected to find an answer to. I pressed a stalk of grass between my fingers wistfully, repeating the question to myself again. Somehow, I felt I knew the answer, but couldn’t quite grasp it. Finding it inspired me.

A ripple of wind brushed through the sky, whispering to the world before me. It was something I couldn’t describe in words, just tendrils of thought that snaked themselves into my mind every so often, and vanished without a trace.

It left behind something with much greater meaning. Something inexpressible with words, and too great a feat to understand.

I live to learn as much as I can. To find an answer to all of my questions, and to find a reason to all of my answers. To gain experience and knowledge – something I pretend to have so much of, but I can't fool myself any longer. I know I am just barely scraping the surface.  I want so much more.

So when will I get these answers? Will I learn them over time, or will it come to me all at once? Will I wake up one morning, and find it inside of me?
If I pray, will I receive an answer – or do I find it myself?

I question everything, but never receive a straight answer. It is something I hope I will never grow out of, because finding these answers always inspire me to be something much more than I already am.

It's strange..
This feeling is amazing.