ALEX KING
SELF-REFLECTION
I am not the product of my past. I am not the sum of my experiences. I am not a mindless pawn to be toyed with by some unknown entity. I am a conscious and creative human being. My world is of my own making, formed by my desire, thought and will made manifest. I exist, creating life where others see death, molding joy from the pieces of shattered hearts, reaching into the blackest pit of despair and extracting hope. I live because I will it so. Any who does not accept this for themselves leaves untapped an infinite potential.
To say I am a writer is presumptuous; I am no master of words. To say I am an artist is foolish, for art exists independent of my effort. I could even take for myself the title of poet, but my greatest work is nothing more than an over-simplified representation of the incredible beauty all around. Instead, I will say that I am a man, striving to express through the medium of the written word my intimate experience with life.