So Who Exactly is This Josh Mouch Kid??

Who am I?

So Who Exactly is This

Great Man?

I often ask myself that very question... well, maybe not.

Often many of us ask ourselves who we are in an attempt to perhaps explain the mysteries of our origination or of our purpose, whether great or small, and goals in the brief glimpse of reality called life. Perhaps it is the small, limited aspect of the life we know and the unwillingness to return it that drives our intellects to ponder on this and other seemingly unanswerable question.

Well, my name is Joshua R. Mouch.

I love writing. I have so many goals set for my life, but undoubtably, one that stands far above the rest is writing at least one book in my lifetime. ...make that two. =) One fiction and one non-fiction.

Writing is something that many people enjoy, including myself. To me, it provides an escape from reality -- time that I can spend thinking of a restless day of an adverse dilemma. Writing is the way I portray my ideas and philosophies to others, and it grants me an opportunity to formulate opinions. Whether the form of words is, in essence, factual, fictitious, or opinionated, all writing is poetry and comes from deep within the heart.

But who am I? I would quickly suppose this to be the question we must all ask ourselves - or live life in a vain spark of uselessness. Effortlessly I could make a response of sort that would tell you what I look like and to what I owe who I am. You would learn my favorite movies or styles of music, and you may learn a few of my likings. But to explain to you who I am, I am afraid, is a task that I could never perform or even imagine where to begin. Who I am is a congregation of experiences, pleasures, and pains. I am a being created to love, and searching... ... one searching to love. ...Searching for Truth - not the truth that others fabricate in their minds and pass unto others in so many words, but a truth not able to be spoken into words, but only experienced. Whether it be experienced between two individuals or experienced alone in a windowsill - lightning crashing down on all sides, explaining a glory which words put to shame. So to ask what it is that makes me who I am... It is the expression on my face as I laugh in enjoyment... It is the very tear, rolling down my cheek as I was in pure happiness when the lovely Cinderella finds a man who loves her and who desires to learn all that she is with all adoration... Or could it be the poem I have written to the one that I love yet can never find the words to tell her? I would sooner guess it to be the rain falling on my face as I run through the trees, leaves brushing against me, and a beautiful array of clouds shading me from the sun, consoling my emotions, and experiencing every fallen tear, or perhaps a small scratch a may have recieved - which serves only as a souviner for which I've never had to pay. Could it be that who I am is who I've never been? Or maybe I am my world in which I live - a secluded corner of reality where pain is not quite so painful and sorrow hides its face. It is in this place where my feelings come alive and I welcome who I am. Thoughts should flood my mind and I learn... not from any book or teacher, but I learn from myself, teaching myself who I am.

But maybe you can learn who I am by what I desire and long for... what do I desire? Well, first and foremost, I desire to understand God, to feel God, and to experience God. I yearn to serve Him and love him with all that I am. Secondly, I desire to find a girl who can understand my love for God, and be willing to share my dreams. I long for a girl to whom I can show my corner of reality, and will be willing to show me hers... a girl who will allow me to learn all that makes her who she is, and in return, will explore me, and love me for all of what I am. Maybe in the real world, a love like this doesn't exist, yet I find it hard to believe that woman would be taken from man if they could not somehow be joined back together... into a perfect fit... bringing perfect happiness... and perfect Forgiveness... yes there will be hardships, but so are the fruits of a fallen world.

The only perfect way I can think of one to learn who I am is achieved only through experiencing me. I ask you, next time you see me walking down the street, to watch me as I pick up the stray piece of litter and place it in the garbage. Or as I open a door for the one that I'm with... when you see me walking by, engulfed in thought, to just observe, or maybe stop and ask me of my philosophies. For who I am is whom you make me to be.

Ok... enough is enough... I figured that nobody would be reading this anyway, besides my friends, so I could pretty much put whatever I wanted and nobody would care...

I play for the Detroit Lions; I used to be the leading quarterback... You know... the guy with the hair??

SERIOUSLY!!!!!!!

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