It\’s so interesting sometimes to hear that people believe what I write defines who I am. Through writing–and I mean the personal writing of blogging, journaling…is that where we show our true selves?

I write to express my thoughts. Yet, I don\’t write to say everything I think. It\’s narrow, this blog. It only captures those short bursts of my daily thoughts. And it interests me how there are some who can base my entire personality, my entire character based on these words.

And yet, that\’s how we naturally are. It\’s our instinctive nature. When we hear words, we believe it means something. We see a movie, we fall in love with the star. Not only because of how the star looks, but the words, the context. We believe those words mean something, that they define the character. And when we read a book, we believe the author is one great person, a reflection of his words. We believe we know them through these words.

However, in reality, that\’s not always the case. I am not \”angrily independent\”. I am not \”sincere\”. I am not \”hostile\”. I am not \”honest and down to earth\”. Words pigeon-hole people. They do in fact reveal partial character, but that\’s only seeing a single pine needle in an entire forrest. But in the end, language for its such ambiguous nature is our only pathway of communication and we can\’t avoid judging based on words.