Thank you.

I remember being younger and thinking, “who am i?” And then realizing that “I need to create myself. This is what life is for.” And now here I am, 23 years old, not knowing yet exactly who I am. Am I still creating myself? I mean, I am still so young. It takes time to be able to actually speak words of wisdom. It may take me longer then others to be able to speak up about my own beliefs spiritually, mentally, physically, emotionally. Words are so poetic. I could whisper, I could yell, I could say nothing. When do my words actually really matter here? Why would I need to become more? How does it benefit me? Because I think I am somehow helping you? When do you begin to open up?? How can I know where you are in health? I guess what I’m trying to say is that I’ve spent my whole life trying to be a better person. I’ve spent my whole life enjoying memories of all these people. I’ve been the type of person that easily gets along with others. And I do this because I want to sympathize. I have spent my whole life creating myself for the benefit of others. And here I am, today, 23 years old, not knowing yet exactly who i am. But knowing that my roots will be able to make me bloom. And that maybe everything I’ve always done hasn’t always been the best way. But that my flowers in the end of this life will be beautiful. As beautiful as the sun and the rain and the blue blue skies..

‪That ugliness I see in humans, that ugliness that makes me feel hurt inside, the ugliness that looks at me with judging eyes. It’s the ugliness that is impatient and undeniably aggravated. This ugliness worries me because I see it so clear and I because I see it so clear I am so worried it’s a reflection on what I am‬.