I sometimes feel like I am so good at morphing into the people around me that I may never find the spine of myself. What do I mean by that? Well, I often tell myself that in order to feel like I have direction or purpose (like I know what I am doing with my life) I will do whatever it takes to look, act, move, and sound the person I find the most heroic. I do what I need to do to be just like them, believing it is behavior that determines heroism. It is sweet really, behind the action of self-sabotage and identity suicide there is a little girl dying to be what she sees as most important.
““How lovely to think that no one need wait a moment, we can start now, start slowly changing the world! How lovely that everyone, great and small, can make their contribution toward introducing justice straightaway… And you can always, always give something, even if it is only kindness!”
― Anne Frank”—