At some point in your young life, you were rewarded for being something — and the pleasure of that reward led you to end up believing that was who you really were.
But who were you before that? Who were you before parents and teachers and culture taught you to conform to what they wanted? Do you remember?
Those people rarely say, “This is what I want you to be.” They don’t even necessarily have bad intentions. But the people around you start shaping you into what they believe you ought to be. Sometimes they try to make you into little versions of themselves. Sometimes they’re acting out of fears from their own lives — trying to save you from something which damaged them.
But you were born knowing who you are. Do you remember who that is?
You’re wrong! If you don’t agree, you’re just an evil, lying moron
‘Post-racial’ America? We’re nowhere close to that — and may never be
My fears are less about death than about my own ‘unlived’ life
What’s the use of love if the one who you love doesn’t need you?
The Alien Observer:
My endorsement goes to the man who can make coercive state work
What will you do when ‘electing the right people’ doesn’t change things?
Let’s reconnect with each other, not fall into dystopian Metaverse
She’s miserable in life she chose, but she’s too proud to change now