What defines who we are?

What defines us? What makes us who we are, who we choose to be? We are the authors of our own story, but God already has written the rough draft. Do we choose to be happy or sad or is it something we decide and bring upon ourselves? What frightens us, what holds us back? Is it harder to live a life of pure faith or to live a life without any? Is there ever a correct place to “be” or are we just supposed to live? Should we always be constantly searching, always working towards something? Or should we just live and see where life takes us? Do we choose who we love, or does love choose us? Do we choose who we are, or are we who we were meant to be? These are questions I ask. I wonder. I suppose someday the answers will be given. 

This script is something that I found written on a piece of paper, without any date given. I know I wrote it sometime within the past few weeks... but when, where, or why I do not know. It's been an interesting transition from the start of the new year until now. Many things have changed and I've had to accept these things happening. I find that I tend to over-think a lot of different things and as you read this, I'm sure you notice. In art class, we had this assignment to create a design to place on a canvas bag. With this design, we had to make something which would have people stop on the street and ask the question "What does this mean?" Perhaps, reading back on this script that I wrote... I'd say it's rather fitting to the assignment. The description behind the text. Because after all, we are the authors of our own story.