It doesn't matter who we are...it matters not who others see in us, how much ever they may love you or you may love them. And neither is it, who people think you are going to be. It is who you think you are that matters ...
In reality, we are all human, and in order to be unique and different, we came up with different ways...colour, creed, race, caste, type, age, sex, height... And not to forget personality... For that personality, we dedicate all our choices and actions in life to. It is we who decide who we are, apart from being human. What matters is who you think, consider or believe yourself to be. It matters as to what actions we take... Actions which change the very course of nature as we know it. In reality, I am a skinny, short, geeky, wanna be teenager... But that may be reality for all who see me...but it isn't my reality. In my reality, I am strong, powerful....like a melody entrancing all around me or the Night...powerful, magnificent and invincible, engulfing the world with just its prescence. I emanate power, and when I act...all the world along ith God, angels, demons, destiny and time...look up at me in respect , awe and surprise...while I smile cracking a 'Yo Mama' joke on God in my head. I am powerful, I am forever...I am my truth...I am ...Me.
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It will give you confidence for sure, just try not to take it to far. You don't want to end up with a big head. I know how you meant it though, I wrote something similar a while back.
@Stablish that is my first and one of my few limitations :) thank you for the concn...it means a lot..
@Weirdwolf ha thanks man :D jus meant for the others keeping their potential in thats all...its what opuss is for :)
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