I know what you are, I just don't mind...

As I sit here on a seemingly insignificant Wednesday, I am listening to the soundtrack of mid-October. In a few weeks, I will have been on this earth 22 years. I am still, yet, I am constantly morphing. Am I someone I would want to know? I may never be able to answer those questions.

22 years have taught me that:

Standing tall in the face of adversity isn't always the most impacting action, learning to flex my limbs is.

Possessions mean absolutely nothing, the non-concrete snapshots of the most abstract notions are the most valuable.

Sometimes I am wrong beyond reason, but sometimes I am absolutely right, and standing on that pebbly ground with 10,000 chariots charging at me is worth the wounds.

I came into being in this universe is exactly what I will leave with, absolutely nothing but a handful of people who were there from the idea of my conception.

My soul has absolutely nothing to do with the shell that has my name.