FIND X!!!!!!

Finding X, the answer, the purpose that seems to remain forever a variable, is ultimately everyone’s mission. It’s not just an essay prompt.

X is what I fear.
X haunts me at night.
X is what I want to be.
X connotes negative emotions. X often means expunction, elimination, and “cross-outs.” When one writes the letter X, it is done in an obstinate manner, there is not an inkling of hesitation. X is the unknown, the mysterious. It is not part of our knowledge. It makes us feel weak. I fear the image of X. It tells me not to get closer. It tells me it’s taboo to get between its widespread legs. I fear X.
Take X by its legs. Pull them apart. What you have in your fingers are two of the same. Two of the letter “I.” I find X at nights when I’m alone with my sanity. When I question the very ground I stand on. When I look not in the mirror for my reflection, but my very entrails. X becomes less lucid as I face my weaknesses, passions, my losses and gains. X comes when I face myself. X haunts me when the sun creeps low.
X itself took two I’s and crossed them to be something different. X, to be that alphabet, to be used as the symbol for the countless ideas it stands for, had to come from a common descent. I am asked to see what’s in my hands and make greatness. I’ve been x before. Once I saw a fly on the window and was compelled to write what I consider greatness. I saw two sticks and learned to produce greatness in sound. I saw bricks, and made a bookshelf. I saw garlic and mushroom this morning, and cooked up a cuisine. I, however, am not satisfied. I want to be a bigger X.
If you ask me tomorrow the same question you ask today, I might say, “I love X.” I might answer, “X stopped haunting me,” or, “I am X.” Who knows, I might retort, “X is just an alphabet. It is nothing!” After all, X is the ultimate variable.


Please, just tell me you get it. What a challenging prompt