The fragile incongruent selves often apologize for the contrast they cause with the expectations of the world towards them. Life is a messy platform for enriching experiences and nostalgic storytelling. We are rebels, leaders, followers, servants, kings, queens, nobody's, hashtags, smiles, tears, patches of regret and longing. We are human. Imperfect yet complete.
Experiences and contrasts guide us towards who we desire to become. Being leads to existential boredom. Becoming is ultimately the most exciting way of living. Every moment we craft the next piece of the puzzle that would eventually reveal what we carry inside.
When we start crafting wisdom out of time through experience, we are ready to blaze a new trail or, at the very least, to choose a new path.
The magic of not knowing holds an immense potential for discovery, which is the exact opposite of the mental space in an expert mind. What rules? Everything is possible. Learners, and not learned, will indeed inherit the future.
Why would we wish to simply be, when we can become, evolve, transform and re-invent ourselves?
They say all great art comes from truth. How do we find ours? Is it through the stories of others that we learn who we are? Is it through love, contemplation and experience? Are our truths something we are meant to discover, uncover or decide upon? Do we craft them through self-expression?