I always thought I was different. In school I was always shy and never talked much, even up to this day. I thought of my future as constantly as I do now, yet I don't know what I truly seek. I eventually started to have feelings of Deja Vu, along with a general curiosity of how I remember seeing whatever was in front of me without remembering the sight physically beforehand.
This feeling of Deja Vu hasn't always happened with just that feeling alone either. At times I hear distorted sounds and often a high pitch ringing in a completely silenced area. Of course I'll try to drown out other ongoing sounds to focus on what I'm hearing, and it's very whisper-sounding. Plenty of times I've heard whispers and whistling of the wind, but what I hear sometimes resembles low toned whispers. I seem to be able to hear them both mentally and remotely, but I can't understand what, if anything they're trying to tell me.
Among these other interesting developments is my feeling of loss of identity. When I look at things through my eyes, anything like my hands or the trees, it feels like I'm seeing through these, but they're not mine. I feel I am not who I am, that this body is a vessel, that my flesh and blood, is not my own.
I've always looked into various metaphysical and spiritual practices with great interest. And I've always kept an open-mind my entire life so far. I will venture further into my mind and hopefully discover what I am feeling, and hopefully by some force, I'll find out who I truly am.