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Who Are You?



 Take a moment and think about it. This might not be one of the most pleasurable discussions to have with self but don't you think it's equally one worth having?

So, Who are you?

Maybe you probably do know already and that is a good thing mate. 

You might think you know, but maybe you don't. I think I belong to this category hence the need to actually pen this down. 

Sometimes this question will prove way harder than we thought, but for you to get to a point of being self aware then probably this is a path one must tread on. 

What is it that you genuinely love?

What is it that you genuinely want for yourself?

What is that picture in your head about your ideal self?

What do you find valuable or pleasurable?

Do you negotiate fairly for yourself?...or do you downplay yourself just because you feel it's the moral thing to do, or probably you think looking out for yourself is such a selfish to do. 

Or you just sit there and fit in to other people's definitions of what is noble, of what is noble, of what is considered moral and good, what is considered normal when in all sense, it doesn't resonate with you. 


I bet sometimes we have to rise above the normalcy, to dare to be different. 

Dare to be dangerous,

Dare to be truthful,

Dare to articulate yourself, 

Express that which you really want for yourself.

How do you want to be spoken to?

What are you putting up with, pretending to like out of duty or obligation, or just the desire to fit in?

I bet to get to the point of being utterly honest with ourselves, (which in my case is what I consider noble) you must determine what you want, knowing where you are going or at least where you want to so that you will know how to bargain for yourself. So that several years down the line, that generosity and self sacrifice doesn't end up to be resentment, where you don't end up vengeful and cruel.

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