who are we?
Never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise. No one else in the world will ever be able to see the things I see, do the things I chose, hear what I hear, and feel what I feel because I am me and I’m the only me there will ever be. I am a great many things, some earned, some given, some taken, and some created, but they are meaningless unless you are without the fear to be that which others might not approve. I am me, who are you?
Posted on Monday October 24th
