The other day, I cracked open a tote of some high school papers and keepsakes that I haven’t laid eyes on in 15 years. Found a notebook inside where I wrote these yearly journal entries of big takeaways and thoughts I had each NYE starting as a freshman.
What I wrote as a freshman at 14, right down to my exact handwriting, I could have written yesterday. What really hit me was how well I had summarized my entire psyche in wide-ass crayola marker. Like shit, I couldn’t have said it more succinctly myself, self.
Are we indeed the same people we were in those “Stand by Me” years and the added baggage of aging and externally changing has only served to complicate us, to easily confuse ourselves with what we do? Is continually adding to the sum total of our lived experiences even helpful if some of us have already lost ourselves to a heap of internalized hardship?
But who am I now if I am not also what I have lived?
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Yeah im all good here just another civilian casualty of shock and awe ruminating the night away 👈😎👉
Alright, where’s the money coming or going here? Is Big Map behind this? Or is this just a fun freebie for Us the Populace™?
(something something Atlas Shrugged)