What kind of person am I?

What kind of person am I?  That is a question that I have wondered many times.   Here is what I have figured out so far:

I am the kind of person that feels emotional pain if his garden is not neat and tidy.  So I mow the lean and trim the hedges and do the weeding.

I am the kind of person that buys a book that he already has (The Prophet by Gibran) because he loves the illustration – the colour, the beauty.

I am the kind of person that tells the CEO that he will not comply with his order because “I do not relate to myself as a liar, a thief or a cheat”.

I am the kind of person who remembers that he did not do all that he could have done to help a blind old lady when I was 14 years old and hope that she will forgive.

I am the kind of person who gave a beggar £20 and savoured his bemusement and his smile.

I am the kind of person who noticed a young lady who looked like she was starving (and penniless) and bought her lunch.

I am the kind of person who told his best friend that he was making a mistake in marrying his bride to be because that is what a true friend does.

I am the kind of person who provides a home to his friends when they had none.

I am the kind of person who loves tranquility and peace yet also loves the company of interesting people.

I am the kind of person who offers advice to others and yet finds that he is not practicing what he is preaching.

I am the kind of person that abhors a mess and so puts things in order.

I am the kind of person that ask questions and questions the status quo.

I am the kind of person who can shout at his kids and then feel intense remorse over what he has done.

I am the kind of person who loves to learn and to share what he has learned.

I am the kind of person who finds tears streaming down his face when he watches movies like The Blind Side or Awakening or Dead Poets Society.

I am the kind of person who admires The Buddha, Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Mother Theresa, Richard Feynman, Jesus…

I am the kind of person who puts his family before himself most of the time and when I do not then I feel guilty.

I am the kind of person who can only sleep well when he knows that his conscience is clear.

I am the kind of person who gets upset easily when he sees mans inhumanity to man and other living beings.

I am the kind of person who gets so wrapped up in the daily motions of life that he does not make enough time for friends or the spiritual aspects of life.

I am the kind of person who is awestruck by the beauty of the natural world: fields, mountains, valleys, rivers, the sea

I am the kind of person who is so distant from his ideal image of himself.

I am the kind of person who can feel the pain of the poor and the powerless because I was once poor and powerless.

I am the kind of person who is cursed/blessed that he tends to see beyond the surface and so does it easily fit into the existing way of doing things.

I am the kind of person who appreciates technology yet also sees how it is killing social (interpersonal) skills in children.

I am the kind of person who has high moral standards and yet often fails to live up to them.

I am the kind of person who yearns for harmony and yet often ends up disrupting it.

So what kind of a person am I?  I am still confused – it appears that I am a multitudes of selves all co-existing under one roof.

Author: Maz Iqbal

Management consultant. Working at the intersection of the Customer, the Enterprise, and Technology. Deep interest in human existence. Disposed favourably to the Existentialist stand. Penchant for originals and original thinking, as well as stimulating thinking and rocking the boat. Otherwise, thoroughly ordinary.

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