I am not who I thought I was: a rigid identity of my past.
I am moldable and take on shapes, yet I am not the shapes.
I see my past, not reality, as it is.
With acute self-awareness, I can shed layers of my past and, thus, free up my future.
I realized I was going in circles a lot.
I naturally become more intelligent the more I see reality clearly.
A rigid identity is quite unpleasant to live with.
My soul is not a box.
I am just now discovering who I am, and that is an ongoing process.
In moments of pure freedom, there is no identity or filter; there is pure expression.
In moments of suppressed expression, I observe the pattern and pull roots.
I separate the story from the emotion and exhaust it to resolution. I feel the emotion and observe it without judgment. It isn't intrinsic to who I am.
When there is no filter, there is just life.
Can I claim life? No.
Can I claim I know anything? No.
Who am I? One ignorant fool.
I am moldable and take on shapes, yet I am not the shapes.
I see my past, not reality, as it is.
With acute self-awareness, I can shed layers of my past and, thus, free up my future.
I realized I was going in circles a lot.
I naturally become more intelligent the more I see reality clearly.
A rigid identity is quite unpleasant to live with.
My soul is not a box.
I am just now discovering who I am, and that is an ongoing process.
In moments of pure freedom, there is no identity or filter; there is pure expression.
In moments of suppressed expression, I observe the pattern and pull roots.
I separate the story from the emotion and exhaust it to resolution. I feel the emotion and observe it without judgment. It isn't intrinsic to who I am.
When there is no filter, there is just life.
Can I claim life? No.
Can I claim I know anything? No.
Who am I? One ignorant fool.