I wonder sometimes what my spirit looks like, how I really look beneath my troubled exterior, behind all the masks. Does it have a name and if so, what is it? I look in the mirror and I see my reflection but the question still remains. Who am I? Who was I before being cast down upon this God forsaken earth of death and destruction, pain and suffering, misery and discontent? Is it possible that I was meant to be a light and a beacon of hope in such a dark and unrighteous world? Why was my spirit sent here? Why did it choose me and what am I meant to do with it? Am I living to gain or is my living in vain? It makes me wonder. Dear Lord I ponder. Will I ever find the answers before they take me under?