“What would there be in a story of happiness? Only what prepares it, only what destroys it can be told.”

-Andre Gide

Questions

1. How many habits/ traits do I have to pick up from another person to stop being myself?

2. If I change to adapt to a new situation, do I stop being my 'self'?

3. How much of my 'self' can be defined only in the context of my environment, based on circumstance, and how much is me, regardless of whether I am isolated or with others? Which of these selves is more critical to my identity?

Looking for words?

I've been doing that, for a very long while. There are plenty of words- but to find just the right one, in the right place and time, and then realize that you don't really have anything that great to say in the first place, that you need these oh-so-perfect words for. I'm tired of "just writing". For once, I don't want to write. I want the words to mean what they did before. To pick me up and carry me out on field trips of consciousness, tripping over self-discovery as we walk together. To start walking and not know where we're going, yet reach the perfect finish together, words and me. Somewhere, they told me- "Sometimes if you stand still, the world comes to you." So I'll lay my tools down, and maybe take a nice nap. I'll wait for words to come wake me again, when they really mean it.

In the meantime, if you wended your way over here looking for something to read, try this. As always, he knows just what to do with the words that land up at his fingertips and ask to stay.