We, humans...are so weird and so different. Why do some feel the need to "own" others? Why do they think that they are entitled to think that other humans are just objects to use or throw away?
Medically, we are made from cells, blood, tissues, bones, nerves, and so on....but what are we actually?
we pretend to be someone better or wish to be someone else.
We are being taught to fake it until we make it, pretend to be someone else, but is it who we are or what our self truly needs?
Authenticity is so rare these days...because faking it is promoted to be better...
I think we are made out of words, experiences, and a little sparkle that sometimes fades away. We are tiny dirty books made out of broken words and wish to be picked and treasured by someone....but why? why can't we be enough for us?
