Figuratively of course..
Sure, we have our names.
A word we respond to, the one we are ascribed to, the word we are referred to as…
But what characterizes you?
How do you identify yourself?
We can take on many identities, you could even steal one..
But certainly, every individual has their OWN..
Unique to them.
As it should be.
So what’s yours?
I am the only one who can make myself feel the absolute lowest.
There is no one else who can take me lower.
And at the same time,
I am the only one who can save myself.
I type these words, not for anyone to read (although it would be cool if someone did).
But to see them on the screen.
These are not the words I use within the confines of my journal pages, but the ones that are now displayed. Lost in hyperspace.
However, I know where to find them.
I’m a special flower and I will bloom until my heart’s content.
I will aim to fulfill my self-assigned purpose.
I will grow and make the mistakes that I own.
I will become wise, reflecting on the foolish mistakes I’ve made.
Adding them into the book of lessons along the way, through my journey through life.
This is me. This is raw.
Mostly unfiltered, mostly foolish, mostly young.
I have a lot to learn. I have a lot to do.
And I have a lot to live through.
I went on a trip and the thought came to me
“If you want to make an impact, you need to use your voice.”
Just one voice can make a difference.
We all make a difference, some way or another.
We are.. interconnected.