quintessence

i like learning new words. not that this is a new word. i'm sure it's
been around for decades or centuries. i've heard it before, but i only
recently learned its meaning. like two minutes ago.

what is the quintessence of you?

that's what i want to know today. i asked myself this question as
well. not keen on being pinned down or labeled, (at least that's what
i tell myself when i'm feeling angsty) i wonder if i truly understand
myself well enough to answer this one. then i thought that was a cop
out. we all have a sense of ourselves, somewhere, sometimes buried
down so far we don't recognize it for what it is, but most likely it's
there.

i'd be willing to bet also, that there is, somewhere in my life, in
time, one moment in history which captures me, which is me in the
quintessence, that one eventmomenthappening that is the most perfect
embodiment of me. is there one moment in your life that you consider
the pure and concentrated essence of you? i have a hard time coming up
with one. maybe there are more than one. i keep getting sidetracked by
the idea that perhaps the one moment i'd consider truly me is not the
moment someone else would see as the truest me. maybe my truest moment
hasn't happened yet.

now, there's something to consider.

i blame this all on having mixed far too much sugar and creamer in my
coffee. mmm coffee. i bow my head before my first sip, praying a
little thank you for coffee. i need it today.

perhaps THAT'S me. caffeinated. so, hello. how do you do?

ghost