Life is largely framed by how we define ourselves. Regardless of how we fundamentally may be the same people, the masks we wear are these definitions. It’s good to think and define ourselves in a broad context of interests and emotions. Sometimes I feel that things happen that really distract us from this kind of a definition. We narrow our outlook about who we are to simple minded truths afflicted by singular incidents. Are our lives truly larger than this? Does the breadth of what we see and experience in life trivialize the magnitude of our feelings at this very instant? The person we are lies somewhere, ever morphing, between the fantasy of our feelings and the reality of our experiences. Our commitment to make something of ourselves and our lives is truly overwhelming. Life takes no joy in destroying or recreating.

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