time to stand by my words instead of hiding behind my computer.
who am I? I'm not entirely sure that I know myself.
What I do know? I know that the streets of Paris smell like fresh bread in the mornings..
And that the sun coming up over the city makes the windows shine gold.
I may not always be accepted. Maybe I wasn't the favorite in the class and didn't get many comments on my blog.. or sticky notes in my journal.. and maybe I DON'T know who I am!!
BUT WHO CARES!?
You are under no obligation to be the same person you were 5 minutes ago...
so how could any of us possibly know who we are?? When we can be anything we choose to be...
weather I am Tage Hardy, Patient Zero or who ever comes next.. I will always be myself..
So why have anything to hide.
Who Am I? That's for me to decide ....
HOW AM I THE FIRST PERSON TO COMMENT ON THIS? It's so good.
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This is freaking awesome.
ReplyDeleteI love this song, I love the writing in this post.
I love your philosophy on identity and who we are and what we can be and yes.
Yes! Tage! I love this! And I love your blog! :)
ReplyDelete"You are under no obligation to be the same person you were 5 minutes ago..."
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