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What defines you

Brandon29

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I think a lot... heres me thinking outloud... some people say its a good thing, others not so much :) Its been a tough 2 years, so it's somehow even worse now.
Sometimes I wish people would stop and think about what defines them. Its a crazy, fast paced life everyone leads. Added to that the pressure to be "normal" or conform. I could probably narrow down the peoples lives that surround me in about 4 seconds. Born, School, Work, Married, Children, Death. Not saying anything is wrong with that, but they're forced. Everything done as we're "supposed" to do. The days, months, years fly by. Painfully minor decisions about what we wear, the stupid ass radio station we by nature turn, the car, house, job, partner, pet we choose. All of the inane decisions define us, its a funny cycle.
So what defines you? :) What makes you special? :)
Im also facinated at how people react in certain situations. Anything from an uncomfortable joke being told in front of them, to being challanged personally, to elation, to tradegy... Ive responded to various unpleasant, life altering, situations. The different reactions amaze me.
 
My struggle defines me. At 15 I fell off a horse and had a traumatic brain injury that resulted in the loss of my ability to read and understand language. I failed out of school that year, reentered a new highschool a year later and at eighteen wrote a literary criticism comparing Philip Pullman's His Dark Materials to Milton's Paradise Lost. I got into college that spring and am doing interdisciplinary studies in animal behavior, psychology, children's literature and creative writing. I still ride horses, it is my passion.

Since I don't remember much from before my injury, I have no choice but to define myself by the struggle that ensued.

Things like reading and writing are still very hard for me, but I try very hard.
 
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