#Untalented Contest By @surpassinggoogle ;THE ME IN ME

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Untalented Contest By @surpassinggoogle ; THE ME IN ME

Have i ever think deep about myself, who i am and what I'm becoming? perhaps YES! Why because i always gives the best of myself to people.
Right from my very first day of discovering myself as an adult, i have been hiding some facts of myself inside me to know whom really I'm, unbeknownst to me, I'm not helping myself to improve.
But now @surpassinggoogle helps me to think deep to discover myself and here i goes;

My name is Ishola Boluwatife. I grew up as the eldest son of my family, i was brought up in a family of eight with lots of loves.

"The world was here many a year before me, and it will be here many a year after I'm gone. I'll give credit where credit is due." These words have guided my life for a long time. It is one of those life lessons that we all should learn, but for some reason, many do not.

I want to tell you about myself, my life, my years growing up , how it affected me, changed me, how my life up to this point has made me every bit of who I am, and why I would not change my past for anything in the world.

From an early age, adults have commented on my maturity, both in attitude and in demeanor. This was the adult perspective, but to other children I was different, pure and simple. When you're different, when you stand out from everyone else, you are an easy target. I became the verbal and physical punching bag for a choice few.
Whoever coined the phrase "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me" knew nothing. Some of my worst memories are words that were said, not punches that were thrown my way.

When I was nine or ten, most of the physical harassment stopped. The reason? I grew up - literally. I was the tallest person in my class. Most would-be bullies would rather deal with a less intimidating target, so, for the most part, I was left alone. I was still branded a social outcast by my peers, though. I'll probably never know why, but being on the fringe of child-society allowed me a unique perspective. I could peer into situations that did not involve me, and study them. I became fascinated with the choices people made. This position also granted me the friends I have today; like me, they were also rejects.
Some were too smart and some just perceived reality differently. There were only a few of us. We were not preps, we were not jocks; if you had to label us, we were a bunch of freaks and geeks. I only had a few friends, but they were worth their weight in gold. These were friends I could trust with my life.

My junior year, and the summer following it, changed me. This year was the first in a long while that I found some semblance of acceptance with a majority of my peers. I can best analogize like this: we were all running a race, a race toward maturity. As with every race, some runners blaze forward while others fall behind. I do not want to sound narcissistic, but I was there waiting for everyone else to cross the finish line, and when they did, I could not resist the urge to ask "What took you so long?

That's because it is. I am not here to explain how this tale will end, and that is where you come in. Through my trials I have become a better person; I have become strong-willed and not easily deterred by small misfortunes.

I have decided that I want to pursue a career in psychology. I want to help others, especially those whose problems might stem from a troubled childhood. I want to help others discover the strength within, the way I was able to discover the strength that lies in me, the strength that will help me make my life and career a true success.

When i started growing up and i was about to decide course of study then my mother comes in.

My mother is a realist. >"You'll have to study law or medicine if you want to make it in this world," she says soberly at the dinner table. "I'm not going to pay all that money in university for you to major in some Engineering subject. To find engineering job in this country, it's rare, she explained."

I start to get defensive, but know that's true and does not necessarily mean that engineering mainly on lying under an engine to repair all day long.

I suppose it makes sense that only a select few get to make a living from their passions. We see practical work as necessary and art as luxury, taking it for granted that the best creative expressions come from pure human need. There are tools that help us survive, but there are others that are defined by living, or the desire to really live, to participate in the great tug-of-war between my desire (engineering) and what my mother want (Medicine).

Luckily for me, what I love to do and want to be helps me uncover more about myself. I want to be a writer. I may not end up a professional writer but I will always write, even if I am the only one interested in my work, because writing is my self-reflection.

As a writer, I've birthed poetry with the intention of teaching a lesson, uplifting a friend. If they are any good, my poems are real, with flesh and heartbeats and vertebrae. I know the creators I cherish, whose fruits of love and labor send a yearning from within me, and I can only hope to contribute bits and pieces of my heart and soul, shavings of my reality, to the pile they began.

When writing, I sometimes get worked up into such a fervor that I barely know what I am saying. I just let my fingers fly over the keyboard and the ideas pour from my head. When I go back through the jumble of unpunctuated ideas, I notice a theme running through the writing. I don't try to put a moral in the theme, but invariably it happens. Evaluating the theme and the rest of the writing helps me interpret my own character and decipher my at times bottled-up feelings. In opinion essays, my values show. In stories, the fictional characters express my beliefs.

Each time I write what is in my head as honestly as I can, another piece of the identity puzzle is revealed. Mostly, I like what is unearthed (though this varies depending on how I'm feeling). I am not worried that I don't know everything about myself. As I get older, I'll figure it out.

I love reading novels, food lover,learning new things extraordinary, i love nature, huge everyday dreamer.
I also love smiling, making others happy, traveling, reading, blogging, photography (art) playing guitar (I'm just a beginner though), cultures and my language. I love music. I love God because he had helped me a lot, because like all of people in this world, I have had ups and downs in my life.
Talking about personality, i am that kind of person who can talk hours and hours with no ending if i didn't get bored about others feelings. I consider myself as a very positive and friendly person, but i might seems shy at first. ☺

I love children and i love to impact and inspire people from my experience in my young age .

I dislike saying "I am trying to find myself" because my identity is not lost, it just need more covering ,this is what i told a girl in my class so much for me, I look at that girl and I feel like I don't even know her anymore. What happened to her? I have changed so much because of my past that I feel like I don't remember who I was because I am nothing like her. I'm a different person. Actually, I am still just trying to find myself. Put the pieces back together to make a new me.

So, as I continue on everyday, it's finding more pieces. Putting them together. Making a new me and finding happy again.

I am yours @bollutech



i wonder why people bully. if they want to show their strength they should go for people way older than them...

I so much wonder the reason they did it ,but thank goodness i am over it

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i will need to do a full-blown reading over time. i decided to just stop by a bit for now. The turn-out has kept growing (currently around 130 posts that i have to read and counting and support with vote but i submit all entries to some friends as well to support. The experience has been awesome. I will come back for a full blown comment to empower you when i fully read. This is beyond a contest, so there will be a ton of variations to participate in, for fun, community and ultimately to bring about success in every facet, steemit and beyond. The whole endeavor is a curriculum from "school of life", raw down-to-earth stuff, without books involved; stemming from unadulterated love for humans; humans.
If you want to read some of the entries too: visit all the resteems on @steem-untalented

To understand better the gravity of this "untalented" initiative, read this post: https://steemit.com/life/@surpassinggoogle/if-you-can-t-find-a-stranger-to-love-love-me-and-entertain-freedom-when-you-do

I just read this.... I'll check the link too

Thank you so much sir ,i am very greatful to see your comment on my post ..... This show how much you cared for your followers ,you are indeed a role model.... Thank you sir

Here is my loving comment response to your post. I did it in a post a repository to benefit everyone and so i can be expressive enough among other things. I also wanted to touch different spheres of people. Overall, the underlying message just for you is in it. Please read between the lines to grasp fully as there is an underlying message for general success on all fronts hidden between the lines: the bigger picture. Stay awesome. Your boy Terry. Much love involved

Thank you so much sir, i went through it and it was awesome