I'm a college student at Fort Lewis in Durango, CO, studying music. Although many I love are not, I'm absolutely at ease with who I am. I love getting to know people, especially when they too are as comfortable as I am. Life has got to be something that you love no matter what. If you can say that you love life while your bleeding to death in a hospital, you're doing it right. If you can find absolute joy even in light of the death of a loved-one, you're doing it right. If you can look back at all the mistakes you've made and at all of the times you were hurt at the basest emotional level-- if you can do that (because some people can't) AND say "I would be honored to relive it all," you're doing it right. Silence is euphoria. It makes sound that much more impressive and worth hearing. That said, I'm not a talker. I don't relate well to those who always need to be talking, or those who consider silence awkward. Words are nothing but value labels that restrict the infinite beauty of everything around us. Our environment, sometimes cruelly exercises inexorable and insurmountable authority over us?? but what matter are the choices we make within the bounds of circumstance's unbreakable laws. We were given this one chance to live, so do we revel in the pain, or despair in it? The answer seems clear to me. Shall we be friends of death, or enemies? The answer seems clear to me. "Truth" is such a vague term to use. All we really need to know is who we are and what we are supposed to do with who we are, rather than be continually overwhelmed with unanswerable questions of the infinite. Who you are is who you are, and who you are is what the world has made you-- and that you are an individual-- autonomous, singular, one-of-a-kind-- is the most beautiful thing the world has to offer.