I am a 25-year-old midwesterner, who since graduating college, has become lost in both my understanding of myself and the world. Consequently, reading and writing have become forefront activities of mine, among other things, as a means to discover "truth" (I place truth in parentheses due to the fact I am still trying to define what truth is, assuming it even can be defined). What I usually find myself admiring most in people (and myself), are aspects of themselves that are truly genuine, regardless if these aspects are at large considered cool, interesting, unique, etc., though they oftentimes are those things, too. Like truth, if not reflecting truth itself, what is genuine is a topic of continual philosophical debate and an endeavor I find most appealing for what better life is there than one lived genuinely and in accord with truth? While my ultimate goal in writing is to pursue truth of self and the world, I am quite content with the fun of it and any mutual solidarity it forges.