What I’m All About

This phrase is interesting -- “What I’m all about.” I saw this on my Facebook page relating to a person (who is my friend) tagged in a set of pictures. These pictures referenced a person's (who isn’t my friend) culmination of existence. Houses they want to live in, cars they want to drive, people they like, but don’t know, and people they love and do know -- the list is extensive, but not all encompassing.

Are we (the royal ‘we’) the sum of a quantifiable list of material items?

That is hard to answer, so I am on a quest to see if it’s possible. I started to put together a photo collection of my own list. The “What I’m all about” list.

Sure, I found, just as the person before me, items that I wanted. I mean who doesn’t like Italian shoes, or Coco Channel’s exquisite taste. Oh and the shiny, shiny cars… ooooh sparkly. I can find images of authors, actors, directors, sports teams -- all of which I enjoy, covet and love. I can put in family photos (these I love much more). But, how do you find images that reference feelings… I love a certain time of the year that isn’t easy to find in photographs. It is the time right before the leaves turn bright orange and red outside the doors of my house. It is a time just before autumn arrives. There are usually only one or two days just like this. The air is a bit snappy; you can almost taste autumn beating on the door. I can’t find a picture of this.

Therefore, I guess I can’t make an all-inclusive list of “What I’m all about.” Well, at least not until they find a way to download my brain into the computer and upload that information to my Facebook page.

Go have fun. See if you can find pictures of “What you’re about.”