Reflections on Kim by Rudyard Kipling essays

Reflections on Kim by Rudyard Kipling essays Who am I?, What am I Some people live their entire lives trying to answer these questions, and some die, not knowing. We have our parents, friends, our dreams and aspirations who guide us in our quest for our identity. We need fathers to provide us with the backbone of our personality, mothers to nourish us and help us build character, friends to help us through the journey and our dreams to direct us into that direction. Kim never knew his parents, but his ethnicity (British) and culture (Indian) provided him with what he needed to embark on his journey with direction and personality. On the way, he met people who became the parents he never had Teshoo lama and Colonel Creighton as his fathers and Kulu as his mother. Although we, like Kim, have these people, it is entirely up to us to find who we are. They are simply there to guide us through our quest and teach us what we should know. As cheesy as it may seem, I compare the journey of life as trying to bake a cake for the first time without a recipe. For those who have an idea of baking, they know how to go through the whole process with direction. But as beginners, it does not exempt them from making mistakes and having to start all over again. We see other peoples cake and try to see how they did it, some mimic, others go through it on their own way. But all of us, at some point, become clueless that we appreciate a helping hand from those who know. Making a cake is a process of building from what we have, baking it and at the end, add icing. Not all of us succeed. There are some of us who, after a few tries, give up. Their unfinished cake would lie stagnant on the countertop, going stale by the minute. But for those who worked hard towards the completion of the task, the end product may be the lousiest tasting thing, or the most lopsided cake in the history of mankind, but they have learned to love it. Because it is THEIR cake and it...