Who am I?

I can re-call when I was six; staring into the mirror, back at my reflection and thinking 'Who am I?'

Obviously the smart arse response would be for one to tell me my name, but it wasn't like that.

At such a young age, when other little girls were playing with their barbie dolls, dancing around to spice girls in their pretty pink miniskirts and light up shoes that flashed everytime they took a step, I was trying to find an answer to a question that we may never know. A common thought that crosses my mind is that if we were born in another country or a different family would we still be the same person with the same thoughts? 

how come I can move my arm here and say what I am thinking out-loud so another person can consider the same thoughts. Why do I like to play soccer but 'Lucy' likes to play basketball.

I didn't know it was abnormal for me to think this so young. I thought they were questions that all children asked themselves. but is this not where we are left now. At an age where we can understand our lives.

I am often left questioning, even as a 15 year old; 'What makes me, me and you, you?'

How are we so different, yet so alike? 

there's a movie called 'the happening' and it's about a air born disease that is released by trees and causes people to kill themselves. At the end of the movie, the scientist states 'It was just an act of nature and we will never understand' - Is that where our questions belong? In the 'never understand' box where they can wither as we pretend we are so happy to continue with our lives so cluelessly?

First post ever.

Hey all or no one.
this is my first blog and the opening post.
Everyone has a story to tell and an opinion the share. it's what makes us individual.
To begin, the name of the blog.
The title comes from a song by Jamestown Story which is actually called 'Like a knife in a gun fight' - its also a common saying apparently.
I thought this to be a perfect title for my blog because of the following; If you bring a knife to a gunfight, you are obviously unequipped and under-represented. This is also see in life through homelessness, lack of money, lack of food and lack of happiness. It can be described as not having enough and therefore not being apart of something. I do believe this is what will be reflected in my posts on here. Perhaps not as straight forward as 'You are homeless, therefore you cannot have the same opportunities as me' but more so through stories and opinions that I have and hold onto.

Secondly, who I am.
Sometimes I think anonymity is the most powerful tool we can have. Evidently, it can be quite harmful too. However, if used correctly, the potential for expressing ones beliefs without being judged on anything more is a wonderful concept and definitely achievable.

I respect ones ability to make decisions for themselves, so I hope you make the decision to come back and read my posts. Who knows, maybe there is something to be learnt or something that can alter your opinion.
Not only am I here to try and show people an alternative side to things but also to hear your stories and opinions on topics too. So feel free to hit me up.
Enjoy this blog and if not that, Enjoy life.