WHO ARE YOU!
"How will you describe yourself? Not as a human being but as what?"
LET ME ASK YOU A QUESRION!
“WHO ARE YOU?”
You are confused. Aren’t you?
because you are so confident that you know yourself.
LET ME ASK YOU ANOTHER QUESTION
WHAT DO YOU TELL THE WORLD THAT YOU ARE?
A perfect person
A miserable person
A person that just accept what life brings.
IT’S FINE. You do not need to question who you are.
because even you, do not know yourself.
They say human being changes as they grow; we change because we do not know who we are.
The way we describe ourselves, is not exactly what we are it is exactly what we imagine ourselves to be.
Did you know, we communicate with ourselves through music.
YOU THINK YOU LIKE MUSIC? BUT YOU DON’T
You love music because that is the only way you can communicate with yourself.
You feel with the singer.
You connect with the instrument.
You relate to the lyrics.
Did you know our emotion is another person living inside of us?
That is why we fight with our emotion.
But the reality is we are fighting with ourselves.
We are fighting what we build inside of us because we build it.
And everyday we build different emotion; it is either we build our emotion to be happy or sad.
WHY DO YOU THINK WE HATE HEART BREAK?
Heart break build challenges that we know we cannot fight against because it brings out a new different person.
So, tell me do you know yourself or you are just lying to yourself and the world about who you truly are.
WHO ARE YOU?
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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