Being asked at times of some metaphor to oneself is nothing to fret about. It is often asked in slum books or simply in social networking sites. Just the though of it excites anyone as it entails some playful conceptualization so to say of some object that would totally define oneself. And it is simply just some common precept to think in the present context. Any object will do. Anything will just be fine.

When asked of something to which I can identify myself, I never thought it was an-ocean-to-a-can parallelism. It was indeed hard to think of. I kept deepening my thoughts. At times, I could just have one object in mind; but in the end, I simply frown about seeing myself in such perhaps brought about by some lack of sophistication, I think, and just some lack of intellectual depth.

Having been through so much in life, there could be no better way than to see myself in the quality and use of aluminums. I was fond of it during my childhood when I used to play with it, sticking it to my teeth, chewing it even before spitting, and just making something out of it after being turned into some ball. It was just one of my joys that still, a part of it, lingers today. And now, I see myself in this household necessity in the character that it has and that I think I embody myself of.

Malleability is apparent in these foils. Adaptability is something that I figure of myself having been into so much of life’s, as I always say, unfair dilemmas. And being able to suit oneself in every plausible and inevitable situation is just exemplification of some persistence. And this can be concretized in these wraps. Looking back at when I was simply happy and satisfied with my life, I could see that piece I had could actually be made into something I just wanted. It was more than fun.

This then goes to another characteristic of these household must. In the hands of the bearer, or in reality, in life, these foils can be made into something, whether it be rubbish, or simply made out of ingenuity. Just like in my case, there had been times when I had to trample myself back due to some frustrations, but never to the point of being left futile. And after some unlikely circumstances, I tend to get back to where I was and just simply pursue what I think has to be pursued. Just like any wrap, after it has been crumpled or torn into pieces, it can still be seen as something of use, well probably because of its shimmer that is more elaborate in its crumpled disposition. And I very much see myself as someone who sees every situation as not merely a product of fate, but just a process of choice and of being better or worse in the same context of choice.

It is just worth a daydream to think of the days where I could just be some kid playing around in the neighborhood. It is just simply fond to think of the days where I just cuddle with my mom in bed while listening to and feeling the cold of an afternoon rain. It is just tempting to regress and look back to these days, to just become the kid in the comforts of home. But in these days, sometimes, simple things emerge to define oneself. It is in these frivolities that not only make one remember those fine days, but just reflect one’s person after years of being through a lot in life, in its most unfair and best. I see myself in these foil wraps not as being fond of it or simply to put in chick slum books or some profile tidbits to get some networks of friends’ attention, but just the character that it is, I can see myself, I can truly present myself.

In these foils that my mother had used for our macaroni salad, in these wraps that she had used for the left over cake, and in these aluminums that I used to get from chocolate under-peeling, I can see a self that has gone through so much, and that which I say myself.

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