"I am a part of all that I have met."
~Alfred Lord Tennyson
Tonight I was walking in the kitchen after finishing a chapter of "The Last Promise", a book I began reading this morning. I was reminiscing on how much I'm influenced by outside sources...they shape and change my perspective on life constantly. For a moment I felt a vulnerability I've never noticed about myself before. Who am I? What makes me who I am? How much of me is simply made up of everything and everyone around me? It felt like I was standing on a meri-go-round or an escalator, moving slowly, but moving. Unsteady. Like I suddenly realized I wasn't on solid ground.
I hope this doesn't mean I'm ridiculously gullible.
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