I Am A Canadian

“Who am I? I do not know. What am I? I cannot answer. Where are you from?”, Agitated I said stop.

What will your legacy be? How will you shape your future? Who are you? Questions asked some are never answered it is a mystery which we all have sought for an answer. It is not one thing, but made up of many others, it is a whole, made up of fragments which fuse into each other, fickle as it is we all search for out identity.

It is not how you live your life, it is not what you have done, but what you’ll be remembered, for, which identity is developed. We build an identity to be remembered by others, to create (meaningful) relationships which will leave behind a legacy of inspiration.

Every moment in life is a part of a person’s identity,
However, questions are asked about the identity of being a Canadian. Who are Canadians? What is defined as a Canadian? Am I a Canadian? Other than the bitter cold winters and the "Canadian" love for hockey and poutine, even I cannot think of anything more "Canadian" than the superficial aspects of the Canadian lifestyle. Even Canada’s culture has been a controversial topic which debates never came to a concrete conclusion. To me, Canada is a place where people around the world have come to live in peace and harmony. In contrast, we quietly make our bias of each other and use the mask of acceptance to hide our unsightly thoughts. Is Canada really multicultural? Yes, and no. Most of us come from different places, learn to be mindful, and make an effort to not offend one another with our quirks. However, we also tend to make cliques with ourselves and with people who come from the same culture and speak of the same language. Perhaps this is because of the unspoken rules of nature where unseen boundaries should not be crossed. As the old adage had said, "Birds of a feather flock together". As cliché as it may sound this is quite true for this day and age. Firstly, we find people of the same color, then of the same value; however, at times, this cannot be applied, for when the racial appearance of a person does not match up with what we value we search, for, a person
My language, my culture, my upbringing it was drastically diverse from them. Am I Taiwanese? Yes, I was born to look like them, however, I was nurtured as a Taiwanese-Canadian. More Caucasian than Asian. During my middle school years, I lived in Taiwan. This threw me into culture shock, I was awed at our differences, our beliefs, our quirks and on top of that the language barrier and culture. I was a foreigner in my supposedly own mother country. However, I soon came to embrace the culture of my parents after accidently breaking many Taiwanese cultural customs. My first lesson was never to stab your chopsticks in the center of your bowl, because it meant you were offering incense to your deceased family members. I made this mistake when I was eating dinner with my extended family, and my ignorance brought me much trouble. Nevertheless, this was how I began to learn about my Taiwanese