Tyche – some say it’s a weird name, a few acquaintances see a weird personality, but do they really know me?

                        Nobody else but myself knows me more than anyone else in the world, true for some. Although there are certain individuals who couldn’t even figure out their likes and dislikes, I’m confident I know myself. Not knowing yourself would be tragic – for me, it’s like wandering over the Earth’s surface with no purpose or goal at all. It would be like a puppet controlled by strings or robot working by its installed program. This is why for decades I’ve tried to become a person who doesn’t just know the people around her – but instead, a person who definitely knows herself. Yes, I’ve experienced identity crisis or role confusions, not with the sex or gender roles though, but in one way or another, I’ve experienced the stage of getting confused as to who I am and as to what I want – not knowing where I’ll go and what I’d do.

                        Never in my life have I been able to foretell my fate. Never in my life have I played with destiny. There were no lotteries in my life – and one thing is certain – my choices became my fate.

                        My life has never been purely fun. It’s like a movie but it isn’t pure drama. It’s a sequel with the best cinematography with the best actors and actresses. It’s an all-in-one movie. It’s action-packed, romantic, comedic, horrifying and probably tragic. No one knows for sure. Life’s complications have no expectations or anticipations. There are no exact explanations and solutions to life’s formula. And after nineteen good long years of wandering here in the world, I know I’m still not halfway through.