The iconic thing about life I found is in a way, you'll never know yourself, and you certainly can't please everyone all of the time. We are a different person to everyone we meet. To some we are quiet, to others we never shut the hell up. Some remember us for our kindness, some for our humor, others for our insight and advice, for our friendship and others to the time we walked away. You are a villain in some people's story, a hero in another's. And to most you're just a passing thought, a name they once knew, you don't exist as one person., but as countless versions as yourself, shaped by fleeting moments and personal conceptions. And here's what's unsettling. You will never truly know yourself the way other's do. You will never hear your own laughter the way someone else hears it. You will never see the way your absence lingers in a room you used to fill. You will never feel the anticipation someone has waiting for you. To yourself you are just you. But in reality, we are all a thousand different stories none of which we will ever get to read.
