Who am I?
I wrote this on 3/1/11. I don’t know why i’m sharing this with the internet. :P
My name is Jacob Scoot Anderson. I was born on December 31st, 1993. I’m seventeen years old at the time of writing this… whatever it is. I have no idea who I am. A troubled teen like the rest I suppose. It’s not like I’m completely clueless. I would like to be an infantry officer in the U.S. Army. My hope is that one day I can find somebody that cares for me the way I would care for them. Maybe I already have. I don’t know. My friends, my true friends, are saints. People who like me for who I am. if thats even possible. What have i done? What have I done to deserve them? My life? My family? What have I done to deserve anything that I have? Nothing. I do no more than what anybody else is expected to do. Kevin told me today that i was his hero and that the true reason why I deserve all that I have, my friends most importantly, is because I listen. I listen and try to help. That I do help. Becca told me that the thing that she hated most about me is how hard I am on myself. I suppose I am. But it’s true, I can always do better. Be better. Be a better person. Be a better friend. I don’t know how but I know I can. Some way. Some how. I don’t know. I constantly think. About everything. Realistic or unrealistic. Doesn’t matter. Knowledge. Knowledge is the key. Look around. Most likely you’re in a building. On carpet. Under a roof. Surrounded by walls of sheetrock. Manufactured goods. All possible with only knowledge. Everything man has ever or will ever create will be with the use of knowledge. But with every thought, every want, every anything, there is always an underlying reason. No matter what it is, everything has one. Who am I? And what is my underlying reason?
