The things I carry come in the form of a trinity. I consider this trinity my most valuable possession; something only I can touch, feel and use. I am made up of three elements: Love, creativity, and my image. I would refuse to live in a world with would deny me any one of these things. If I can’t have all three, I want nothing at all.
I carry with me the skill to love. I believe this skill is not something just anyone can obtain. This skill of love goes beyond anything between two people. It is a skill that I have I have learned to the fullest extent, through heartbreak and joyous moments. I don’t just love my family and friends; I love myself. I love my anger, my sadness, and my anxiety. The way I think, the way I communicate, and how others take it in. I will have to proclaim myself to be a self centered individual; for I believe we all are to an extent. No one can love us like we love ourselves. I am my own person, and I love myself more than anyone can or ever will.
Through my self-embracement, I carry with me a highly important element: creativity. I consider myself an artist with many limitations. I don’t paint, I don’t sculpt, I don’t sew, and I don’t draw. My one true talent is to create with my mind, mouth and words. I love to write. I like to think of my writing like an incision; I won’t stop till it’s gone through hit the bone. I’m not scared to produce what my mind will manufacture. Like a slaughter house, it has to be done one way or another.
The last thing I carry is the most important of all. Acting like grasping hands, my image completes this trinity I fiercely feed upon. For those not familiar with the theory of perception, this vital element will sound outer-worldly. My image is everything, from when I wake in the morning, and slumber in the night. In my eyes, I am a rude, self-centered little brat from Orange County, California. I am very judgmental, very critical, and I couldn’t care less of what any living soul has to say about it. I believe my image is a product of years of solitude and feeding off media and pop culture. Being scared of who I believe I am isn’t even an option at this point of my self-realization. If you don’t perceive yourself to be, then no one will. If a lie was all I had to believe in, then I will believe in it with every ounce of brain I carry. I am Frank, and I am nothing without my image. I would carry nothing.
