I believe that language has limitations. I believe that I could waste hours scrutinizing each word, trying to ensure that every sentence perfectly encapsulates Rexton Shin-Kwon Moon, but that in the end of the day all you have are words on a page. I believe that who I am is more than what I say about myself, that that which I truly believe in is not some concise, profound-sounding statement but an organic state of being. I am not static, not perfect, not constant, and presenting a single idea as though it guides every millisecond of my being is as inaccurate to me as saying the sun never sets. I could write about how much I value being real, how growing up in a family that perceives itself to be in the public eye has taught me the value of seeing people for who they really are. I could talk about how I’ve seen people hide behind titles and positions because they feel like they don’t get enough respect otherwise or because they somehow think that they are above being seen with the same lens as everyone else. I could describe how that’s caused me to value a person’s essence, stripped of all boxes and preconceptions, how that has caused me to believe that there is no person above or below another, that we share one life together and have everything to give to one another. I could write that I believe in the pursuit of perfection, that for any given scenario, I think there exists a best way to act, that for every question, there is a perfect answer, that for every idea, impulse, or desire there exists an ideal form of expression. I could explain how I also believe that while I am imperfect, that perfection in any aspect of my life is practically unattainable, that does not necessitate that I abandon its pursuit. I could discuss how I think people are only as good as their last accomplishment, how every job well done paves the way for a job better done, how it’s not about being perfect, but knowing you’re not and striving to be anyway. I could write about how I believe that it makes you the opposite of humble when you boast your own humility, that manners are important because people will judge you based on them, that we spend more time finding reasons to dislike other people than to love them. But all of these things are just parts of who I am and none of them can possibly be used to describe me as a whole. I believe that people are more than the words they use to describe themselves, that those words have to stem from good motives and need to be backed by action. I believe that who I am has more to do with not what I say but what I do, how I live, how I think. And that will never fit in 500 words.