The Monotonic Canvass

The world seems to be vague, where every image is a monotone, every sound is a
noise, and ever movement seems to glitch. I am lost to this world and to myself. Then, I looked
at the mirror and see myself as an abstract, no one would ever dare to understand. Who am I? I
never realized that my self is already a stranger.
It all started as I’ve entered the class, Understanding the Self, everyone, including I,
seems to portray a canvass that is lacking of colors and lost in a moment. I consider myself as a
stranger. I have encountered many personalities that I have been in various of relationships
with. We are like paintbrush creating strokes by our multiple selves. As I have discovered my
Multiple selves, the first song popped up on my mind was the song "This is Me", with those
lyrics of:

"I am not a stranger to the dark

Hide away, they say

'Cause we don't want your broken parts

I've learned to be ashamed of all my scars

Run away, they say

No one'll love you as you are

But I won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us

For we are glorious

When the sharpest words wanna cut me down

I'm gonna send a flood, gonna drown them out

I am brave, I am bruised

I am who I'm meant to be, this is me

Look out 'cause here I come

And I'm marching on to the beat I drum

 I'm not scared to be seen

I make no apologies, this is me"

As K. Gergen define multiple selves as the capabilities we create within us from multiple
relationships. Ourselves vary from those connections we have, and these may reflect our
multiple selves. The song depicted the essence of Multiple selves when it showed that there is
someone pushing me away, but I showed my braveness in that particular situation. I showed
that I have became more stronger because of those haters who drags me. In this particular
relationship with them, the self could create more courageous self motivated by those people.
I may be a monotone canvass, still aiming for my colors to burst, I consider those people I
embraced with will be my paintbrushes to let me create the materpiece I have within.

"Another round of bullets hits my skin

Well, fire away 'cause today, I won't let the shame sink in

We are bursting through the barricades and

Reaching for the sun (we are warriors)

Yeah, that's what we've become (yeah, that's what we've become)

I won't let them break me down to dust

I know that there's a place for us"

Many will come to judge, many various relationships may come in your way but in negative
approach, yet you must continue to shine like a star, you have become the best of yourself
because of them. For me, if all people that I will be encountering are kind, I may not be the best
version of myself, I may not be confident, yet I am still thankful of being with many different
people who pushed me to show different sides of me. There is no need for me to answer the
question "Who am I?", because I have several kinds of me, depending to the people that I am
with. It is so much important to embrace this kind of cirscumstances when we discpver more
about ourselves, when we understand more about ourselves, in order for us not to remain as a
stranger, as a monotonic canvass.
The world is still vague and images are still monotone, every sound is still a noise, and
every movements seems to glitch yet I am not lost for I am a colorful piece walking around a
campus. An abstract that is full of colors and emotions, dealing with different personalities. The
stranger is now my motivation for the stranger is me.