About
It's interesting to write an about me page. What can you say about yourself? How do you start talking about you? Do you talk about what you like and don't like? Do you start talking about your childhood? Do you brag about that honorary mention in the Science Fair, or talk about how much you hate broccoli and stairs? It's confusing. It's strange and liberating all at once I supposed.No one knows you better than you, right? No one knows the things you like the most better than you do. Because you're you. And when you do things you think, "Of course I'm doing this. I like doing this." But what if you didn't even know yourself? What if you did things and you were completely separate from your body? Because your body isn't you. It's a body part. Like your brain or your heart. It rots and you live on.
To paraphrase the beautiful film "What Dreams May Come," Doc says, in a nutshell this: You live in your house. You are NOT your house. House burns down, you get out and walk away. I'm not spiritual or religious. I don't really know what's out there. I just know that there's me and I'm what matters in my life. I mean, my family matters and my friends and the people I fall in love with. But my life is my problem, no on else's. It's my duty to live on and to succeed or fail and learn. Because that's what we do.
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