Identity- as a construct

i think- therefore i am.

who knew- someday a bunch of goop would be collected doing its goopy thing, a lightning here, a spark there and bada bing bada boom- life is born.

life. what an idea. what is life? who knows? is an ameboma alive? is plankton? does not a tree have a soul? alas these r questions for you to decide. i just think im passing through.

its wierd in 2024 to be looking around as everyone self-identifies their identity in such self diminishing terms. who r u? when? how ? what season are you from? which road r we on and is there a chill in the air?

what is identity? why care?

i found this fascinating. ive always found this fascinating. people always know who i am and it always feels like im not like that. the one i hate the most.

brave

wtf am i brave? im brave to be happy? who died and told u that u can measure my life experience relative to another and gauge who is brave to be happy? sorry dont put ur guilt and shame into the the victimize her then placate the feelings game here.

everyone had cards delt. u cant change those. so how long u choose to be unhappy is a choice u make. no one is giving u an invitation into ur own life. no one owes u happiness or joy or caused u sorrow. did u have a choice in accepting the pain?

its a really wierd world right now with people struggling to fill out their identity passports. what if u live no where? where does…